Thalassa
Sometimes you have to
burn yourself to the ground
burn yourself to the ground
After having gathered her igneous rock, Thal proceeded to the lava pits for the next part of her quest. The orange glow of the molten rock overshadowed the little sunlight that filtered through the thick ashy atmosphere, warming her skin with its proximity. She walked between the rivers and deltas of streaming fire, bubbles of lava popping occasionally to break the silence. The smell singed her nose pleasantly. Most Ancients would describe it as the smell of 'home,' but Thal found herself missing the salty brine of the ocean air.
Pulling her daggers from their sheaths, she looked for a small pool to melt the into. Luckily for her, it didn't take long to spot a circle section of lava that diverged from the larger streams. She approached, leaning against a stone to inspect her daggers and begin the work of deconstructing them.
Pulling her daggers from their sheaths, she looked for a small pool to melt the into. Luckily for her, it didn't take long to spot a circle section of lava that diverged from the larger streams. She approached, leaning against a stone to inspect her daggers and begin the work of deconstructing them.
before you can rise
like a phoenix from the ashes.
like a phoenix from the ashes.
