ooc- I'm making it Theas' nineteenth birthday today. xD
bic- Thea watched her finger bleed withan odd, glazed look, as though transfixed.
She shook her head, suddenly and quickly.
"No." she muttered, wiping her finger on her shirt after transferring Volos to her other hand.
She glanced around, and the 'dusty' air shimmered in a lazy haze for a moment.
Thea sighed, and lay on her side on the stage.
"What should we do now, Volos, old buddy?" she queried.