Thalassa
Said you won't forget my name
Catching the faint whisp of disagreement without needing to look at the woman, Thal lets out a small chuckle, continuing to watch the lightning snap and arc across the sky. She glances once at Colt, sharing in the smile of a conversation they've had too many times. They might never see eye to eye on ranches versus ships, but Thal can respect a woman who knows what she likes, and she settles for echoing the sentiment, humor written across her face. "To each their own."
Then the twisting dance of the two cinderscourges draws their attention, and Thal falls silent, reverent in the display. It's nice to know she's not the only one in awe, a chill running down her spine as she appreciates the power and fearlessness, weaving through lightning bolts and flaming wings. There's no disagreement this time, her eyes captivated as she responds in a distracted tone, "I wouldn't mind." Placing her hands in her pockets, she falls on her heels, a silent smile rising at Colt's grin, not commenting this time on her unwillingness to carry the rancher's prone form if she faints. Rather, she sinks into the quiet, soaking in the sweep of wings outlined by purple electricity, in no hurry to look anywhere else.
[FIN]
Then the twisting dance of the two cinderscourges draws their attention, and Thal falls silent, reverent in the display. It's nice to know she's not the only one in awe, a chill running down her spine as she appreciates the power and fearlessness, weaving through lightning bolts and flaming wings. There's no disagreement this time, her eyes captivated as she responds in a distracted tone, "I wouldn't mind." Placing her hands in her pockets, she falls on her heels, a silent smile rising at Colt's grin, not commenting this time on her unwillingness to carry the rancher's prone form if she faints. Rather, she sinks into the quiet, soaking in the sweep of wings outlined by purple electricity, in no hurry to look anywhere else.
[FIN]
not today, not tomorrow.
