Thalassa
Sometimes you have to
burn yourself to the ground
burn yourself to the ground
Thal glanced at the armlet, recalling their spar on the beach. She tried to push away the memory of his blood on her dagger, choosing instead to inspect the curling metal presented. The owlbear down was nowhere in sight, masterfully contained within. It sounded like they were on similar missions and she nodded. "Then you've come to the right place."
The daggers glinted in her hands, damaged during her mining of the igneous, but otherwise intact. She presented them to the demigod. Metal ran from blade tip down through the entire length with the bolster separating the blade from the handle. A single strip of hardened leather was the only form of support along the hilts. Narrowing her eyes, she considered the ore she'd collected. "I think the material of my current blades is supposed to be the base of my new handles while the igneous rock will be the blades." She knew it probably wasn't the usual method for blade construction, and yet it somehow felt right to her.
At the inquiry of tools, Thal shook her head, the motion dropping her hood and shifting her dark hair around her head. "Regretfully, not. I'm not exactly knowledgeable in this area." She didn't often admit to a lack of skill, but she quite literally had no idea what she was doing and she didn't think Hadama would be one to rub that in her face.
The daggers glinted in her hands, damaged during her mining of the igneous, but otherwise intact. She presented them to the demigod. Metal ran from blade tip down through the entire length with the bolster separating the blade from the handle. A single strip of hardened leather was the only form of support along the hilts. Narrowing her eyes, she considered the ore she'd collected. "I think the material of my current blades is supposed to be the base of my new handles while the igneous rock will be the blades." She knew it probably wasn't the usual method for blade construction, and yet it somehow felt right to her.
At the inquiry of tools, Thal shook her head, the motion dropping her hood and shifting her dark hair around her head. "Regretfully, not. I'm not exactly knowledgeable in this area." She didn't often admit to a lack of skill, but she quite literally had no idea what she was doing and she didn't think Hadama would be one to rub that in her face.
before you can rise
like a phoenix from the ashes.
like a phoenix from the ashes.
