Blood and Ink

[Thalia]

Just yet? Her brows rose in amusement, but it took more than a bolshie American attitude to cause her offense. She watched him pull back his sleeve, marginally curious. It wasn’t the most elegant tattoo she had ever seen – though she recognised the ouroborous Rune also wanted as part of her own design. It was the short, sharp lines of ink that drew her attention, stamped hard into his skin like stone tombstones. Seth wanted more tattoos, or more of those stark black lines? If they stood for something, she was not sure she wanted to know.

Rune bounced up then, and thrust an arrangement of papers in Thal’s direction. That was the meeting done with, then. It didn’t leave Thalia a whole lot of feedback to work with, but she didn’t mind overly much; sometimes it was nice to have the creative freedom. “Yup. Sure.” She began ruffling through the images Rune had chosen, and promptly settled herself in the seat Rune had vacated. She didn’t look up. “Speak to you soon. Nice to meet you Seth.”