Thalassa
You could do anything,
if you only dared.
if you only dared.
Being so close to the cauldron, Thal got a front row seat to Hadama's struggles. Although she wasn't necessarily paying attention to anyone around her, by the third time he'd nearly derailed the project, she stood to relinquish her role as fire manager to someone else. With a soft hand on his bulky arm, she spoke in a firm tone that contained a hint of pity amongst the exasperation. "Let me."
Taking the handle, she set to stirring the cauldron. Her muscles were weak after the previous tasks, but she let the steady push and pull generate a swirling of the thick substance. They didn't have much more to go and she knew that the stirring wouldn't be about forcing the mixture into a frenzied cyclone through strength and speed as much as steadily reaching the end. So she let her mind return to the comfortable rhythm of monotonous movement.
Thalassa switches to stirring the pot (END).
Taking the handle, she set to stirring the cauldron. Her muscles were weak after the previous tasks, but she let the steady push and pull generate a swirling of the thick substance. They didn't have much more to go and she knew that the stirring wouldn't be about forcing the mixture into a frenzied cyclone through strength and speed as much as steadily reaching the end. So she let her mind return to the comfortable rhythm of monotonous movement.
Thalassa switches to stirring the pot (END).
And deep down, you know it too.
That’s what scares you most.
That’s what scares you most.
