Thalassa
I worry this is how I’m always gonna feel.
She releases his arm to smack it at the joke, laughing again as her head shakes with unfiltered wonder that only increases when she sees the new scar seared into his cheek. Her grin widens, the word genuine and fiercely supportive when she says, "Congratulations." It feels like the right thing to say, a milestone to celebrate even if she's slightly jealous. Just like with his love for Danta, she won't let her own emotions ruin this form him, so she continues to share in his joy, listening with rapt attention as he speaks.
The cold has already been forgotten with his news, but she's grateful when his fire appears - his green fire. Letting out a whistle that pierces through the alleyway, Thal flicks her gaze between the blaze and Asta, obviously impressed and wickedly delighted from the sharp edges of her smile. "Damn, that's pretty cool. Any other fun perks? What about your other magics?" In other words: how much chaos can they wreak now? Because this feels like an all-inclusive free pass to let loose on the world. He is Dygra's demi after all.
Rolling her eyes playfully at his increased ego, she spots movement atop the roofs. Thal squints her eyes, freezing in place as two black pits stare back. Immediately on alert, her hand reaches for a dagger, refusing to look away from the strange protrusions of bones the likes of which she's never seen. "The hell is that?" She really hopes she's not going crazy, and that the Butcher will see exactly what she is.
The cold has already been forgotten with his news, but she's grateful when his fire appears - his green fire. Letting out a whistle that pierces through the alleyway, Thal flicks her gaze between the blaze and Asta, obviously impressed and wickedly delighted from the sharp edges of her smile. "Damn, that's pretty cool. Any other fun perks? What about your other magics?" In other words: how much chaos can they wreak now? Because this feels like an all-inclusive free pass to let loose on the world. He is Dygra's demi after all.
Rolling her eyes playfully at his increased ego, she spots movement atop the roofs. Thal squints her eyes, freezing in place as two black pits stare back. Immediately on alert, her hand reaches for a dagger, refusing to look away from the strange protrusions of bones the likes of which she's never seen. "The hell is that?" She really hopes she's not going crazy, and that the Butcher will see exactly what she is.
But nothing lasts. I know the deal.
