Thalassa
A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor.
Thal's eyes brightened in pleasure at her lead over Maea in what had become somewhat of a race. With a clenching of her teeth, she made a final push to the top of the hill. As she crested the hill, the expanse of powdered snow opened before her and she spread her arms to embrace the sunlight momentarily. A chuckle escaped between the fast puffs of white coming from her shallow breaths. Not pausing for long, she began her descent down the hill. Her pace relaxed into the momentum, pulling her down the slope. Spinning around to kick up some snow and shoot Maea a playful look, she yelled, "Is that all you've got?" Their qualms were forgotten in the glittering snow and pulsing blood that rushed to her head like a bath of cleansing flame.
