[SWE] The Feast of Bells - 320PC

Thalassa

Standing there, killing time,
Can't commit to anything but a crime

For a feast as fine as this, Thal would usually find herself in some scandalous dress, ready to entice gazes and embolden offers of more; but Deepfrost is cold, and unless she wants to be a very pretty statue for someone to decorate in blood, she'll have to stick to the more practical attire for the season. Hence why her cloak is a striking display of silver embroidery, the thread shimmering in whirling designs down the edge of the thick wool. Her smooth, slow gait sends the near-black material brushing delicately against the snow like a whispered promise of warmth, only to leave the ice unchanged behind it. Dark waves of hair curl around her throat like a scarf, tiny silver bells dangling from her igneous horns like stars reflected on a black sea. 

Thal scans her gaze over the crowd as she gravitates to the drinks and desserts, the twinkle of bells subtle with the movement. Her eyes search for familiar faces, pausing on Astaroth and Dantalion with her usual nodding grin, but she decides to find sustenance before approaching anyone. Delicate fingers reach out from beneath her cloak to snag a glass of an amber alcohol. 

Without pausing, she proceeds towards the dessert spread, mouth curving up with delight to see the options. Her mouth waters as she considers which to pick first. 

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Thal buys her bell in [SE] the sound of trouble ringing.