Dueling Dragon's

[Thalia]

Thalia grinned at Rune's effusive compliment, but in true British style chose to say little beyond a polite, "Glad you like them."
The fact she seemed happy for Sergei to do the work pleased her, though. She hadn't wanted to dictate to Rune - it was up to her which artist she chose to immortalise the image on her arm - but the guy was was fantastic at what he did. She popped up from her chair to hover as they poured over the designs, but drifted off while they got down to the detail of placement. Rune had a couple of options to choose from, and Thalia didn't want to influence her decision. It should be hers alone.

There was plenty in the shop to distract anyway, with all the pieces on the walls. The hum of the needle made her feel lethargic, and memory tickled the edges of her thoughts, but that sound also kept it at bay. A barrier of ink and blood. She was curious as to what Aria was having done, but didn't want to be rude. The woman seemed deep inside herself, and Thalia knew for a fact how much those things hurt, so her gaze swept over the two at work, and returned to the designs on the walls.