'Mmh." Hadama nodded in understanding as Thalassa explained the details of her task. "I think it will be enough." Though he had never met Dygra, what he had learned of the goddess of entropy led him to believe that the symbolic attempt would suffice. Just as his own tempering was no true hardening of the metal.
He watched with a quiet curiosity as Thalassa used her own hands to hold the metal daggers, dipping her skin into the lava without harm or blemish. It was an impressive display, and one he had never seen so unmistakably demonstrated by an Ancient before. He inclined his head in respect to her but made no noise that might distract the woman from her task.
Rather than loom over the petite captain, Hadama turned back to his own quest. He used the tongs to fish the armlet out of its small lava pool. The Safrin-blessed metal was undamaged by the heat, but a sooty discoloration marred its surface as the lava clung to it. It would be easy enough to polish away when he returned home, he decided with satisfaction. "How are they?" he called quietly over to Thalassa as he waited for his armlet to cool enough to touch.
He watched with a quiet curiosity as Thalassa used her own hands to hold the metal daggers, dipping her skin into the lava without harm or blemish. It was an impressive display, and one he had never seen so unmistakably demonstrated by an Ancient before. He inclined his head in respect to her but made no noise that might distract the woman from her task.
Rather than loom over the petite captain, Hadama turned back to his own quest. He used the tongs to fish the armlet out of its small lava pool. The Safrin-blessed metal was undamaged by the heat, but a sooty discoloration marred its surface as the lava clung to it. It would be easy enough to polish away when he returned home, he decided with satisfaction. "How are they?" he called quietly over to Thalassa as he waited for his armlet to cool enough to touch.
