10-16-2018, 08:26 PM
Ijiraq was not a word she knew.
It was the of old part that caught her imagination more than the assassin part, at least at first. She puzzled over that as she followed him, letting her imagination unfurl like the curling shadows in the street around them took on new colour. Little surprise flickered, though; she took the news of monsters being real surprisingly easily, perhaps because the veil had already begun to slip from her eyes.
She'd found the revelation of Calvin's wolf-eyes beautiful, though she understood from what he'd said that it made him a target -- enough that he hid them. Her own gift had shivered her with fear before Emily's instruction, but now even that strangeness was in its own way a comfort. Life realigned, but Thalia realigned with it.
The word assassin caught up with her thoughts around the same time she sank into a chair, fingers clasped around her own coffee (to take off that tipsy edge). Her eyes widened a fraction, then narrowed into a frown. Curiosity burned in her expression, but in a way that made her gaze distant; preoccupied with the ebb and flow of thought within.
As such the question took a moment to penetrate. "Oh, a few days ago maybe?" God, what day was it even? "Why?" A touch of uncomfortable suspicion roused within; he'd grinned around the promise of questions, and she had been too eager for her own answers to linger on the why until now. It was both gratifying and utterly terrifying; for a brief moment Thalia considered flight.
"Is she the only one? Where did she come from? How do you know any of this?"
It was the of old part that caught her imagination more than the assassin part, at least at first. She puzzled over that as she followed him, letting her imagination unfurl like the curling shadows in the street around them took on new colour. Little surprise flickered, though; she took the news of monsters being real surprisingly easily, perhaps because the veil had already begun to slip from her eyes.
She'd found the revelation of Calvin's wolf-eyes beautiful, though she understood from what he'd said that it made him a target -- enough that he hid them. Her own gift had shivered her with fear before Emily's instruction, but now even that strangeness was in its own way a comfort. Life realigned, but Thalia realigned with it.
The word assassin caught up with her thoughts around the same time she sank into a chair, fingers clasped around her own coffee (to take off that tipsy edge). Her eyes widened a fraction, then narrowed into a frown. Curiosity burned in her expression, but in a way that made her gaze distant; preoccupied with the ebb and flow of thought within.
As such the question took a moment to penetrate. "Oh, a few days ago maybe?" God, what day was it even? "Why?" A touch of uncomfortable suspicion roused within; he'd grinned around the promise of questions, and she had been too eager for her own answers to linger on the why until now. It was both gratifying and utterly terrifying; for a brief moment Thalia considered flight.
"Is she the only one? Where did she come from? How do you know any of this?"