Thal cocks her head, following close behind as Colt ducks under a low-hanging vine. There's a cockiness in how she straightens, eyes laughing as she says, "Funny. I thought it was your obsession with me." Or maybe it was their vicious banter. Or their shared dislike for love and emotions.
Regardless, they've become annoyingly close. Hence why Thal is trapsing through suspicious plants in the middle of a desert.
Snagging at a strand of blonde hair, she tucks it uncaringly behind her horn, shrugging her shoulders. "Not intentionally. Didn't realize this bleach was going to be so stubborn. I'm hoping it'll be gone by LongNight." Blonde hair doesn't make it easy for her to blend in with the shadows, and there's been the unfortunate side effect of people thinking she's 'approachable' or something. If it doesn't grow out by LongNight, Thal might just dye it back herself.
Regardless, they've become annoyingly close. Hence why Thal is trapsing through suspicious plants in the middle of a desert.
Snagging at a strand of blonde hair, she tucks it uncaringly behind her horn, shrugging her shoulders. "Not intentionally. Didn't realize this bleach was going to be so stubborn. I'm hoping it'll be gone by LongNight." Blonde hair doesn't make it easy for her to blend in with the shadows, and there's been the unfortunate side effect of people thinking she's 'approachable' or something. If it doesn't grow out by LongNight, Thal might just dye it back herself.
I just want you to set me free.
Thalassa
