Thalassa
A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor.
At the mention of the Void, Thal shrugged her shoulders. "I don't need an excuse to do that." Her lips parted in a mischievous grin. She was always willing to gut something, Void or otherwise and her revealed fangs said as much.Her blue eyes tracked Hadama across the forge, analyzing the practiced movements. The way he easily wove around the stations was like following a familiar path and routine, falling into step with a dance. Thal watched as he pulled out the mold. "Probably." She lifted her hands in assessment. "Although it will need to be on the smaller side. Bigger guards and handles will make them hard for me to wield." Lifting her hands higher, she waved them for the Mer King to see.
