Thalassa
A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor.
At Maea's sprint down the hill and subsequent challenge, Thal laughed out loud. "You're on!" The other Ancient's antics threatened to disrupt the snow beneath her feet, but with the grace of a dancer, she avoided tumbling into the avalanche of snow. With a burst of renewed energy, she let loose all her restraint. She practically flew over the snow with the speed of a luxere, chiming a crystal laugh along the way. Little did Maea know, that the call Thal felt towards the sea always gave her an extra pull, spurring on her return to its glistening shores. She could already hear the crashing waves and smell the salty tang in the air. Although her opponent was fast, Thal didn't even need to focus as she let her feet guide her 'home' once more.
By the time she came to a stop at the water, she was puffing with effort while the gleam of joy and perspiration shone on her face. She wasn't certain who had won and yet she found that she didn't quite care anymore. The cathartic motion of sprinting through the snow had cast aside her worries, leaving only content exhaustion.
