Thalassa
Sighing, Thal rolls her shoulders, adjusting her cloak to block out more of the growing cold. She mutters a little profanity to herself, glaring to the cold, wet sky that's refused to give them a break this season. At least it's not screaming right now. Not that it's bothered her like some people, but it's nice to give her ears a break.
The same can't be said for her clothes.
Despite her jacket's resistance to water, the damp atmosphere has permeated the fabrics beneath, leaving her uncomfortably wet when she still has a few hours of business to do in the city. As she moves to pass the bonfire in the middle of the square, Thal pauses, tail flicking behind her as she debates stepping through to warm up for a minute.
The same can't be said for her clothes.
Despite her jacket's resistance to water, the damp atmosphere has permeated the fabrics beneath, leaving her uncomfortably wet when she still has a few hours of business to do in the city. As she moves to pass the bonfire in the middle of the square, Thal pauses, tail flicking behind her as she debates stepping through to warm up for a minute.
As long as I'm here,
no one can hurt you.
no one can hurt you.
