Thalassa
You could do anything,
if you only dared.
if you only dared.
She watched as the fountain was slowly finished; the pieces placed into crevices within each other and cemented with sparkling cement. Having not seen the original, she didn't have a frame of reference for comparison, but she was fairly confident that the new version was much improved. Although perhaps that was just personal bias.
Thal let the handle fall away when the work was done and listened for the next list of directions. With the structure finished, it made sense that they were moving onto the most important part - the rum. Excitement had her looking for methods before Hadama had even finished his explanation.
Luckily, she didn't have to look far as Maea and her puzzle crew began crushing away. Thal wanted to join in on the festive events and was immediately absorbed by the motherly workers. Much to her disappointment, she found the only empty seat was right next to the other Ancient. Her enthusiasm dampened slightly at the proximity, but she let her singing voice accompany the others, just as sweet as the liquid being crushed from the sugarcane. She even taught the group a sailor tune that had them laughing loudly.
Being partial to sharp objects, Thal spent most of her efforts paring the stalks, only taking a turn with the mortar when the others got tired. All the while, she enjoyed the company with smug satisfaction at Maea's discomfort.
Thalassa joins Maea's pestle and mortar crew!
Thal let the handle fall away when the work was done and listened for the next list of directions. With the structure finished, it made sense that they were moving onto the most important part - the rum. Excitement had her looking for methods before Hadama had even finished his explanation.
Luckily, she didn't have to look far as Maea and her puzzle crew began crushing away. Thal wanted to join in on the festive events and was immediately absorbed by the motherly workers. Much to her disappointment, she found the only empty seat was right next to the other Ancient. Her enthusiasm dampened slightly at the proximity, but she let her singing voice accompany the others, just as sweet as the liquid being crushed from the sugarcane. She even taught the group a sailor tune that had them laughing loudly.
Being partial to sharp objects, Thal spent most of her efforts paring the stalks, only taking a turn with the mortar when the others got tired. All the while, she enjoyed the company with smug satisfaction at Maea's discomfort.
Thalassa joins Maea's pestle and mortar crew!
And deep down, you know it too.
That’s what scares you most.
That’s what scares you most.
