Thalassa
I worry this is how I’m always gonna feel.
Chuckling at his wiggling eyebrows, Thal shrugs her shoulders of the very temporary stats of his strength. "Oh, no doubt. This is Dygra we're talking about." And she is nothing if not generous with her magics. Thal can only imagine it will be tenfold as her demi, and there's another ounce of wicked excitement to see what comes from his new status.
Wiping her features clean of any blame, she blinks up at him with mock innocence. "I would never refer to you as such." But the shit-eating grin that follows tacks on the unnecessary 'out loud.'
The dragon gives a huffing sniff that sends black smoke drifting around her fingers before darting up Asta's arm and out of her reach. Taking it as approval rather than rejection, Thal lowers her arm, placing her hands in her pockets to warm them back up as she turns towards their path once more. She gives the Butcher a teasing smile at his vehement denial, recalling him telling her something along the lines of 'never say never.' Just because they can't see him as a father doesn't mean it'll never happen.
When he directs the conversation towards her, Thal sighs dramatically. "Nothing quite as interesting as you." Her head tilts, igneous horns catching the low light through her dark hair. "But I have a new quest from Dygra, and I was in charge of building a port in Hak Etme. My friend's set on conquering the desert out there - not that I can understand why."
Wiping her features clean of any blame, she blinks up at him with mock innocence. "I would never refer to you as such." But the shit-eating grin that follows tacks on the unnecessary 'out loud.'
The dragon gives a huffing sniff that sends black smoke drifting around her fingers before darting up Asta's arm and out of her reach. Taking it as approval rather than rejection, Thal lowers her arm, placing her hands in her pockets to warm them back up as she turns towards their path once more. She gives the Butcher a teasing smile at his vehement denial, recalling him telling her something along the lines of 'never say never.' Just because they can't see him as a father doesn't mean it'll never happen.
When he directs the conversation towards her, Thal sighs dramatically. "Nothing quite as interesting as you." Her head tilts, igneous horns catching the low light through her dark hair. "But I have a new quest from Dygra, and I was in charge of building a port in Hak Etme. My friend's set on conquering the desert out there - not that I can understand why."
But nothing lasts. I know the deal.
