Thalassa
Unaware of the audience she has, Thal continues to consider the fire, the heat seeming to beckon her silently forward with the promise of warmth and relief. She doesn't have to be anywhere for another twenty minutes, so she can certainly afford the trip - the one that takes less than thirty seconds to complete.
It doesn't take much more thought than that before she's tucking some of her blonde hair behind an igneous horn and stepping forward into the flames. They curl around her limbs, the latent magic tingling across her skin as it pulls Thal beyond the few steps she's taken. It embraces her with all the gentleness of a lover, transporting her from the miserable dampness of the Grounds into the welcome heat of the Climb, leaving behind any who may be watching.
It doesn't take much more thought than that before she's tucking some of her blonde hair behind an igneous horn and stepping forward into the flames. They curl around her limbs, the latent magic tingling across her skin as it pulls Thal beyond the few steps she's taken. It embraces her with all the gentleness of a lover, transporting her from the miserable dampness of the Grounds into the welcome heat of the Climb, leaving behind any who may be watching.
As long as I'm here,
no one can hurt you.
no one can hurt you.
