Thalassa
A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor.
Hadama's approval had her smiling slightly in response. It wasn't that she needed his approval, but it was nice to hear that he saw her purpose for the daggers, and that he was willing to help bring her vision to life. Though he made a valid point about retrieving them. Thal tilted her head in thought and shrugged her shoulders. "Not yet, but that might be something I eventually consider."Her eyes continued to follow him through the process, watching his sure motions and steady hands as if the process was second nature. The experience was evident in his movements. "How long have you been smithing?" Thal wasn't one for small talk, but her curiosity had prompted her to ask.
