Thalassa
A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor.
Being a little embarrassed to ask Hadama for his help again, she hadn't sent word of her request, instead choosing to ask around for where he usually chose to forge. Which led her to Haulani and the symphony of clanging steel that echoed down the seafront alleyways. The strong salty air had the fresh floral hint of Flowerbirth as it mixed with the stifling heat that permeated from the opening. Thal leaned against the frame, blocking some of the light into the already dim interior. Her eyes had to adjust for a moment, taking in the glow of the coals and how it bounced off the steely surfaces of different weapons, shields, and armors. Their shining surfaces were a backdrop to the swinging of tools that scattered sparks across the floor. And looming amongst the different light sources was a large man. His attire, again, had her head shaking. What was his beef with clothing? Had it offended him in some way to be banished from his body except for the most basic forms of decency and protection?
With a small smile to herself, she cleared her throat and stepped into the welcoming warmth. Dipping her head, she greeted the Mer King. "I'm glad I found you." She pulled her hood down to let her hair tumble out. Then she placed her bag on a table nearby, pushing aside a few pieces of paper and miscellaneous items. After digging through for a moment, she found the igneous stones and strangely shaped metal ingots, ready to be molded. Thal turned to brandish them in his direction. Her expression was exasperated and slightly pained at her need for assistance, but she lifted them up with a smile. "Think you could work some magic on these?"
