spill the beans

Being called directly by Eligos was something Thalia would've once feared, and though part of her still prickled in faint anxiety at the prospect of what he might ask her, she felt more certain about things now. She was working hard as a member of Aerie, as a loyal follower of God, and she new she'd been doing her best. Though she'd spent a lot of time settling in, and her brother's arrival had seemingly derailed her, she felt much more confident now. Hopefully her calm, measured stride toward Eligos's call demonstrated just how well she was doing, if he hadn't noticed it himself.

For whatever reason, she didn't anticipate this meeting would be about Abaven. She'd already told Eligos briefly what she'd found during her first scouting mission to the eastern lands, and somehow she'd managed to keep her visits with Theory mentally detached from the rest. It was hard to think of her as anything other than a secret that she wanted to keep to herself, locked safely inside - for what else could she classify her all-too infrequent meetings with Abaven's Alpha as? Her mind though, at least for now, was far from Abaven and even further from Theory as she approached Eligos by the lakeside. "Eligos," Thalia greeted him politely, dipping her head as she approached, only slowing as she neared him.