Thalassa
Sometimes you have to
burn yourself to the ground
burn yourself to the ground
The time seemed to pass in a blur of heat and rhythmic movements. Each strike of the stone reverberated through her body and became a song in her mind, a working tune that helped empty her thoughts of anything other than the mining. Before long, she had exposed a large chunk of the mineral. The surface was a reflective, glassy black with sharp edges. It would only take a few more hits to break it away, leaving her work done and the material ready to be forged into her blade.
Between the swing of her pick, Thal heard a voice that made her pause. When she lifted her head from her physical exertion, a familiar face was passing by. A few strands of dark hair clung to the sweat of her forehead and she lifted a hand to wipe it out of her vision. Straightening, she gave the woman a nod of greeting. "It was Lena, right?" She glanced around at the otherwise empty expanse of lava and stone, pointedly noting that the abominable snowball was rightfully missing. "What brings you out here?"
Between the swing of her pick, Thal heard a voice that made her pause. When she lifted her head from her physical exertion, a familiar face was passing by. A few strands of dark hair clung to the sweat of her forehead and she lifted a hand to wipe it out of her vision. Straightening, she gave the woman a nod of greeting. "It was Lena, right?" She glanced around at the otherwise empty expanse of lava and stone, pointedly noting that the abominable snowball was rightfully missing. "What brings you out here?"
before you can rise
like a phoenix from the ashes.
like a phoenix from the ashes.
