Thalassa
A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor.
She stepped forward to inspect the molds. They varied in complexity and length. Some were simple in their lack of ornamentation or curves. They would be easy to cast, but hard to hold. Others looked like they would meld perfectly to each finger but wouldn't allow any shifting of her grip. Only one mold seemed to catch her gaze. It was simple and rounded with a small pommel and guard. The grooves implied a small level of ornamental detail that wouldn't detract from the function. Decided, Thal pushed the mold out of the line up. "This one."Recalling how she'd expertly hit the Shadow Serpent during their rebuilding of the Torchline Rum Fountain, she gave him a knowing smile at his question. "Definitely." She herself didn't have a lot of physical range, so being able to throw something deadly was a good way to even the playing field.
