She bows to no one.
Thal feels Dygra's presence like a weighted rumble around her, watching as the rippling blood confirmed her own observations. She dipped her head in reverence as the voice echoed throughout the cathedral. It was relieving to hear the words, like a mother comforting her for acknowledging her own desires. There would be no chastising for wanting power or destruction. "Thank you, my lady."
Considering the question and the warmth guiding her hands, she reached unconsciously for the daggers sheathed to her legs. They had been a welcomed presence in her hand, like some authors felt the quill melding into their grasp. She was familiar with swords and other weapons, but they never felt natural to her. If she was to fight with anything, she would want it to be daggers so that she may strike from a distance or see their suffering up close, with her hilt buried in their ribs.
Smiling at the thought, Thal pulled the daggers out to present them. "I want to look my foes in the eyes as I watch their lives turn to ash. Daggers imbued with your flames would give me the most satisfaction to do so."
Thalassa asks Dygra for a quest to obtain fire daggers.
Considering the question and the warmth guiding her hands, she reached unconsciously for the daggers sheathed to her legs. They had been a welcomed presence in her hand, like some authors felt the quill melding into their grasp. She was familiar with swords and other weapons, but they never felt natural to her. If she was to fight with anything, she would want it to be daggers so that she may strike from a distance or see their suffering up close, with her hilt buried in their ribs.
Smiling at the thought, Thal pulled the daggers out to present them. "I want to look my foes in the eyes as I watch their lives turn to ash. Daggers imbued with your flames would give me the most satisfaction to do so."
Thalassa asks Dygra for a quest to obtain fire daggers.
Thalassa
