Thalassa
Hit me hard and soft
Her tail stills behind her, annoyance flickering in her gaze when she recognizes the too-bright tone of the younger Ancient. Only her eyes move at the new arrival, tracking her movement with a flat expression that oozes of disinterest for the compliment. Although she takes pride in her skills, it's usually with the intent of making someone wet themselves with fear, not to have them delight in how 'fun' it is.
At least Aithne has the common sense not to touch Thal's dagger. She might have found herself staring down a very angry lyvern, or with the same dagger buried hilt deep somewhere extremely uncomfortable. Instead, she earns a pointed glare as Thal hums quietly into the cold air.
The dagger responds instantly, resonating the sound from its place in the bark before slicing through the air back to her hand where she catches it without breaking eye contact. "Maybe get better control of your other skills first," she retorts, slipping the blade safely back into its sheath before any grabby fingers go reaching for it.
At least Aithne has the common sense not to touch Thal's dagger. She might have found herself staring down a very angry lyvern, or with the same dagger buried hilt deep somewhere extremely uncomfortable. Instead, she earns a pointed glare as Thal hums quietly into the cold air.
The dagger responds instantly, resonating the sound from its place in the bark before slicing through the air back to her hand where she catches it without breaking eye contact. "Maybe get better control of your other skills first," she retorts, slipping the blade safely back into its sheath before any grabby fingers go reaching for it.
