Thalassa
Sometimes you have to
burn yourself to the ground
burn yourself to the ground
Thal's shoulders sank at the lack of forging tools. She should have come more prepared. Maybe if they were mostly melted, that would be enough for Dygra. Or maybe she could just cup them in her hands. She was seriously considering the last option, glancing down at the daggers and placing her scooped hands under them. It's not like the lava would hurt her anyways.
Without pulling her eyes from the daggers, she explained to Hadama, "Dygra tasked me with 'dismantling' and 'melting' my old daggers in The Climb's lava pools. She didn't specify anything more than that." Thal knelt next to the bubbling fire water and rolled up her sleeves to avoid burning them. "I'll just have to hope that removing the leather was enough 'dismantling.'" She then lowered the bottom of her hands into the lava, letting the warmth pass through her and heat the metal.
Without pulling her eyes from the daggers, she explained to Hadama, "Dygra tasked me with 'dismantling' and 'melting' my old daggers in The Climb's lava pools. She didn't specify anything more than that." Thal knelt next to the bubbling fire water and rolled up her sleeves to avoid burning them. "I'll just have to hope that removing the leather was enough 'dismantling.'" She then lowered the bottom of her hands into the lava, letting the warmth pass through her and heat the metal.
before you can rise
like a phoenix from the ashes.
like a phoenix from the ashes.
