Thalassa
A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor.
She watched him gather the metal in his hands, making them look so much smaller as they transferred from her own grasp. At the question, she nodded her head. "That's the plan. If possible, the pair of blades will be made of the igneous while the metal is used for the hilts." At his instruction, Thal picked the stone and steel back up, feeling her hands easily slide back into the divots of the metal. Approaching the crucible he'd indicated; she placed them inside. They 'clinked' together, but the sound was drowned out by the other cacophony of noises within the forge.
Thal returned to stand by the table, laughing at Hadama's question. "I wish. My last task will be using the new daggers." She didn't mention that 'using' them involved leaving them coated in something's blood. Some people might not agree with that part, although she didn't think the Mer King would fault her for it.
