It was like the theory of holding your hand out to ask the universe to provide you with wealth, well-being, a suited mate, whatever you aspired to ask for, and the universe would respond to your request with whatever you wanted, just as long as you were fearless in going after what you desired. At least that is the sort of belief system that Talitha was catching onto, though. Her request was provided easily and without any interrogation, as the withered looking Lykoi raised his bottle to her, to which with a small smile of gratitude she eagerly accepted. "Why, much obliged." Tipping the bottle to where the alcohol would pour directly into her flask with as much carefulness as possible, the hybrid would top off what she could for the time being and return what was left to the drunkard on the shoreline. There were several dribbling rivers that weren't caught in the silver container, to which Talitha would lap them up quickly before a drop of such would go to waste. Tasting the metallic, burning sensation of the alcohol, she relished in licking her lips in the strong aftertaste.
Giving a gesture of light cheers of thanks with raising her flask to him, the hybrid gracefully fell indian style in place next to him (keeping a comfortable space of distance between, but still relatively close next to him). Lifting the flask to her lips thereafter, there was a gulping swig taken, fire trailing down her throat and shaking her head as the inferno of liquid scorched down her throat, raising back up in what felt like an invisible plume of after effect to burn her throat, and then travel up her nasal cavity to trigger her eyes to water. Good stuff. The lithe and bony Lykoi questioned upon her whereabouts of straying so far at home, and letting the question sink into her mind momentarily, Talitha then gave a careless shrug with a snort. "I ask that to myself everyday. Indecisiveness? Wanderlust? Dissatisfaction?" The possibilities were endless, and even though it was really such a simple question to answer, she just had to make it difficult for herself. "Home was never a fitting nor constant word in my vocabulary. No rhyme or reason to it." Talitha been robbed from the Hell's Coast, her birthplace, when she was very young with the fire that destroyed the original territories of Inferni, countless time left these lands in order to avoid confliction, sent off by Gabriel for her protection, leaving because she couldn't stand the hysterics that happened with war, domination, and so on and so forth with a whole array of excuses and reasons.
Taking another swagger from her flask, an eyebrow quirked as she narrowed her crimson gaze toward the enigmatic Lykoi beside her, catching more of a frontal view of his facial features (or what she could still see from beyond the drape of his long hair, which was quite elegant for a male to wear). "And I'm assuming you're the type of man who is sentimental and loves to take longing walks and moments alone along the beach, right?" It was dry humor, her voice only hinting slight amusement, but it was evident that for an individual such as he, his demeanor and approach did look a little offset from the rest of the scenery. Maybe Talitha shouldn't be so prejudice in the first place.