Thalassa
Rolling her eyes so far back that they might have seen her horns, Thal lets out an overdramatic sigh. "I complain about the cold once and suddenly I'm a priss." The slant of her lips curl up in a teasing smirk that turns sharper with each second. Skin gives way to silvery metal and molten lava, claws digging into the dry earth beneath just to prove they're not some dainty manicured nails that'll snap under the weight of work. The claws of her lyvern shift might have proven the point better, but the wings would only be a hindrance for this task.
With a flick of her tail, Thal stalks forward to trail Colt. For a playful moment, she lowers her body, head and eyes angled at the rancher like a predator prowling after wounded prey, just waiting for her to stumble. There's a dangerous glint, a feline grin that she slides towards Liam before finally scraping her paws across the ground.
Although unable to speak, whenever she feels or spots anything that might be what they're looking for - and not another long-buried skeleton - she gives a low growl, clearing what dirt she can to make it easier for the other to access and collect.
Thal uses her Molten Tiger shift to sift through dirt and dig up anything she finds.
With a flick of her tail, Thal stalks forward to trail Colt. For a playful moment, she lowers her body, head and eyes angled at the rancher like a predator prowling after wounded prey, just waiting for her to stumble. There's a dangerous glint, a feline grin that she slides towards Liam before finally scraping her paws across the ground.
Although unable to speak, whenever she feels or spots anything that might be what they're looking for - and not another long-buried skeleton - she gives a low growl, clearing what dirt she can to make it easier for the other to access and collect.
Thal uses her Molten Tiger shift to sift through dirt and dig up anything she finds.
Bite my tongue, bide my time
Wearing a warning sign
Wearing a warning sign
