Thalassa
Nodding her head in agreeance, she casts a final look out at the sky just as another bolt slices a jagged path through the air. The sound follows shortly after, roaring and rumbling into her chest like a wild beast. A smirk quirks at the corner of her lips as she takes them into the system of tunnels.
The atmosphere quickly shifts to something calm and ethereal, the lighting turning to a mix of low lanterns and echoing moonlight broken by purple crackles. Steam rises to a near stifling point, thick and warm against their skin. For Thal, it's a comfortable embrace, her muscles immediately releasing some of the tension brought on by the Deepfrost cold, and when the pools of water come into sight, she's already pulling off her cloak.
More thunder echoes through the space as Colt confirms staying until the storm passes. "Good. Then I'm getting in." Thal drapes her black cloak over a large stone, stripping farther down while the rancher gathers water into a bottle. She's already half undressed by the time Colt turns back to her, pants thrown over her cloak and fingers poised at the bottom of her shirt when she pauses to raise a brow at the question. It sounds like a trick question or a setup to a joke and there's a glint of amusement in her eyes as she gives permission to continue with a melodic "Hm?" and playful flick of her tail, fully prepared to roll her eyes.
The atmosphere quickly shifts to something calm and ethereal, the lighting turning to a mix of low lanterns and echoing moonlight broken by purple crackles. Steam rises to a near stifling point, thick and warm against their skin. For Thal, it's a comfortable embrace, her muscles immediately releasing some of the tension brought on by the Deepfrost cold, and when the pools of water come into sight, she's already pulling off her cloak.
More thunder echoes through the space as Colt confirms staying until the storm passes. "Good. Then I'm getting in." Thal drapes her black cloak over a large stone, stripping farther down while the rancher gathers water into a bottle. She's already half undressed by the time Colt turns back to her, pants thrown over her cloak and fingers poised at the bottom of her shirt when she pauses to raise a brow at the question. It sounds like a trick question or a setup to a joke and there's a glint of amusement in her eyes as she gives permission to continue with a melodic "Hm?" and playful flick of her tail, fully prepared to roll her eyes.
Never been the type to
Let someone see right through
Let someone see right through
