Thalassa
Sometimes you have to
burn yourself to the ground
burn yourself to the ground
Things felt strangely familiar as Thal made her way across the Crust. She was quite certain she hadn't been here, but it was like de ja vu. Feeling weirdly suspicious of the feeling, Thal sped her progress across the expanse of rock. The heat of the lava rivers was warm against her skin, bringing her an embracing comfort as the dry breeze rustled her cloak. Sunlight didn't come so much in rays, but as a misty light that filtered through the heavy smog of ash. It didn't bother her considering the light source of bright liquid rock. She glanced at it all fleetingly, more focused on finding a suitable place to mine.
A large protuberance of stone caught her eye just ahead. Excitement coursed through her at the glistening black stone jutting out from the surgace. The igneous rock would make the perfect base for her blades. So without wasting a second, Thal approached the column and placed her bag on the ground, rummaging through it to find the pick that had somehow made it into her pack. She then proceeded to strike the surface, letting a loud 'clang' echo across the area with each swing of her arm. The pick made quick work at chipping away and she was comforted that it wouldn't take long to complete the task.
A large protuberance of stone caught her eye just ahead. Excitement coursed through her at the glistening black stone jutting out from the surgace. The igneous rock would make the perfect base for her blades. So without wasting a second, Thal approached the column and placed her bag on the ground, rummaging through it to find the pick that had somehow made it into her pack. She then proceeded to strike the surface, letting a loud 'clang' echo across the area with each swing of her arm. The pick made quick work at chipping away and she was comforted that it wouldn't take long to complete the task.
before you can rise
like a phoenix from the ashes.
like a phoenix from the ashes.
