[center][color=0054a6][h3]Talay-a Gunosh[/h3][/color][/center]
[center][color=0054a6]Archon of Water, Princess of Atlantis[/color][/center]


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Not holding Mr. Mask by sword point.[/hider][/center]

Talay-a raised an amused eyebrow up as she slowly raised her leg up, until her calf was near her head. She wrapped one hand around her calf in support as she unfurled her toes and webbing. Her toes extended out so they were forming a straight line from her pinky to her big toe and the webbing in between was interlaced with silver veins. 

The cleaver fell to the ground with a resounding thud. She dropped her foot and curled it back together immediately. It wasn't so much the sound that shocked her. It was the sound in the almost unnatural silence, like fresh blood on newly fallen snow. Talay-a wasn't used to the absolute silence of this temple with nothing living but it's current inhabitants. 

This man, Gideon, kept talking and Talay-a understood some of what he was saying but The Brothen, dogs, and hunting were all unfamiliar concepts in her realm of knowledge. However sobriety, or the lack of it as it is, is something that Talay-a was very familiar with. 

"My name is Talay-a, and I don't know what hunting or dogs are but I, too, have recently come to the conclusion that sobriety isn't in my best interest. I do like fish. Mostly to eat." Talay-a shared that information, before hearing Ian Marcus's voice overhead. 

"I suppose we are being summoned like a herd to its Shepard." Talay-a sighed, as she held out a hand for him to take, before freezing slightly. That was a reflex of a noble woman, something she was not here. She could be someone she wanted to be here, not someone she was expected to be. This enlightening knowledge caused a grin to take hold of her face, staying even as she fought to compose her features, lest her newfound acquaintance thinks less of her.