Thal grins, letting the compliment settle without confirmation. The confidence in her skills hasn't wavered, but she's become increasingly aware of her limitations and how those abilities compare to those of others. The new scars along her arm and back prove as much, a reminder that she's stronger than most, but not strong enough.
Following Colt on the path, she can already feel the heat of daylight fading along with that of the bodies in her hands. A flash of disappointment comes in a quiet flick of her tail, dismissing the notion that she'd be eating her portions raw. "Cold blood doesn't taste good." Too viscous. Too sticky. There wasn't much blood left after cooking it, but at least the meat was warm, and Thal prefers that over a cold, lifeless meal. Ideally, the prey would still be squirming beneath her, but alas, she feared these tiny avian hearts would have burst before she had her fill.
By way of agreement, Thal shrugs her shoulders, returning the smile with a fanged one of her own. "I'm not much of a chef, but I can cook some meat." And considering her refined pallet, 'charred' isn't going to be on the menu tonight.
She takes in the space while Colt gathers wood, scanning the worn stone and firepit remnants. It's clearly a favored spot, used by more than just the rancher. Old logs and sturdy rocks surround the ashen pit, enough space for Thal to set her kills on one rock and perch comfortably within range on another. Her tail has slowed a bit, but it still waves a quick pace behind her, and when the kindling is in place, it snaps sharply to summon the magic, a fire bursting to life as she casually asks after Colt's 'spooky tales.' "Yeah? Like what?"
Following Colt on the path, she can already feel the heat of daylight fading along with that of the bodies in her hands. A flash of disappointment comes in a quiet flick of her tail, dismissing the notion that she'd be eating her portions raw. "Cold blood doesn't taste good." Too viscous. Too sticky. There wasn't much blood left after cooking it, but at least the meat was warm, and Thal prefers that over a cold, lifeless meal. Ideally, the prey would still be squirming beneath her, but alas, she feared these tiny avian hearts would have burst before she had her fill.
By way of agreement, Thal shrugs her shoulders, returning the smile with a fanged one of her own. "I'm not much of a chef, but I can cook some meat." And considering her refined pallet, 'charred' isn't going to be on the menu tonight.
She takes in the space while Colt gathers wood, scanning the worn stone and firepit remnants. It's clearly a favored spot, used by more than just the rancher. Old logs and sturdy rocks surround the ashen pit, enough space for Thal to set her kills on one rock and perch comfortably within range on another. Her tail has slowed a bit, but it still waves a quick pace behind her, and when the kindling is in place, it snaps sharply to summon the magic, a fire bursting to life as she casually asks after Colt's 'spooky tales.' "Yeah? Like what?"
I just want you to set me free.
Thalassa
