Thalassa
Sometimes you have to
burn yourself to the ground
burn yourself to the ground
At the sound of her title, Thal turned to spot the Mer King crossing the black stone towards her. She didn't hold back the obligatory smile of greeting. "Hadama. What brings you out here?" It was surprising to see the demigod so far from a body of water, unless he was planning to take a dive in the pleasantly skin-melting pool of lava, which she doubted. In fact, it was almost comical that the first time she was seeing him in more than a single pair of clothing was in the scorching heat. Apparently, the biting cold of Deepfrost was nothing, but the boiling atmosphere of the Climb was more than enough to encourage the use of other clothing items.
Looking back down at her daggers, she attempted to spot a seam between the blade and hilt. Dygra had said to 'dismantle' he daggers, and yet they were practically fused together. Clearing her throat to push away any semblance of assistance that may coat her question, Thal asked, "You wouldn't happen to know how to deconstruct a pair of daggers, would you?" If so, perhaps their unusual meeting could prove useful.
Looking back down at her daggers, she attempted to spot a seam between the blade and hilt. Dygra had said to 'dismantle' he daggers, and yet they were practically fused together. Clearing her throat to push away any semblance of assistance that may coat her question, Thal asked, "You wouldn't happen to know how to deconstruct a pair of daggers, would you?" If so, perhaps their unusual meeting could prove useful.
before you can rise
like a phoenix from the ashes.
like a phoenix from the ashes.
