Fool me once, fool me twice
Are you death or paradise?
Are you death or paradise?
Her head raises in a slow nod of realization, humming a note of apology. "I always forget that." While the history of Whitebrim and the cold climate still fits him, Thal has always known Asta in the Grounds with its abundance of Ancients and blood and rituals. The region - and more importantly, Danta - have made such a mark on him that she often forgets where he came from.
The explanation of magic jackets raises her eyebrows, lightning illuminating the interest in her gaze. "Sounds useful." Something she might have to consider if she ever plans to spend time up there. Something she nearly laughs at the thought of.
There's a suspicion that's been eating at her for years, based on whispered names and coincidences, and Thal purses her lips after taking a slower sip of her drink. "I haven't been up there much. Is the Warden a massive brute of a man?" She pictures the long hair and unruly beard of the tall man she's run into on multiple occasions, one who sparks ire in her veins.
The explanation of magic jackets raises her eyebrows, lightning illuminating the interest in her gaze. "Sounds useful." Something she might have to consider if she ever plans to spend time up there. Something she nearly laughs at the thought of.
There's a suspicion that's been eating at her for years, based on whispered names and coincidences, and Thal purses her lips after taking a slower sip of her drink. "I haven't been up there much. Is the Warden a massive brute of a man?" She pictures the long hair and unruly beard of the tall man she's run into on multiple occasions, one who sparks ire in her veins.
Now you'll never see me cry
There's just no time to die
There's just no time to die
Thalassa
