Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
Thal shrugs her shoulder, a grin forming as she asks sarcastically, "You're still sitting aren't you?"
But she doesn't bother continuing with the joking line of conversation, instead distracted by Colt's comparison of her choice in bells. Her eyebrows raise, genuinely curious as to what in the hell the woman's talking about. "'Servant-calling'? What's that supposed to mean?" She can't even fathom enough of a suspicion to guess at the meaning, already prepared to roll her eyes at the stretched connection to something about her personality.
Then her eyes fall on the sad string of bells, scoffing lightly. "The ones I have for my horns are much nicer than that." She'd worn them to a few events, the silver chain and tiny bells twinkling like starlight in her hair. As for her tail... Thal would prefer not to.
Without waiting for Colt to try and sway her opinion, she chooses the black bell with a dark blue ribbon, silver embossed flames licking up the side. Containing her sticky fingers, she reluctantly hands over a few coins before slipping it into her pocket then looks to her friend with a raised brow. "What are you getting?"
But she doesn't bother continuing with the joking line of conversation, instead distracted by Colt's comparison of her choice in bells. Her eyebrows raise, genuinely curious as to what in the hell the woman's talking about. "'Servant-calling'? What's that supposed to mean?" She can't even fathom enough of a suspicion to guess at the meaning, already prepared to roll her eyes at the stretched connection to something about her personality.
Then her eyes fall on the sad string of bells, scoffing lightly. "The ones I have for my horns are much nicer than that." She'd worn them to a few events, the silver chain and tiny bells twinkling like starlight in her hair. As for her tail... Thal would prefer not to.
Without waiting for Colt to try and sway her opinion, she chooses the black bell with a dark blue ribbon, silver embossed flames licking up the side. Containing her sticky fingers, she reluctantly hands over a few coins before slipping it into her pocket then looks to her friend with a raised brow. "What are you getting?"
I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name
but everybody knows my name
Thalassa
