Thalassa
A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor.
Thal pushed aside the green emotion that threatened to rise in her chest as she watched Hadama's head lift. She just nodded her head, letting the conversation progress to forging. It wasn't a topic that particularly interested her, but the fact that it had to do with the ocean made it a little easier for her to pay attention. Cocking her head, Thal narrowed her eyes to process the information. "So forging underwater doesn't use any fire? How is the metal softened, or molded?" The idea was so foreign that she had difficulty understanding how it all worked.In contrast, her own answer didn't require any thought or consideration, bringing forth a small smile. "Torchline has always been more familiar than the others and the people are more... accepting." She didn't explain that the other ports sometimes found her crew's presence uncomfortable, but she had a feeling that she didn't have to. The demigod was a native to the area and probably knew what she was saying better than she could put into words.
Anticipation began to build at the presumably final steps. Despite the char coating the blades, Thal admired the curve of the shape language, promising violence and danger. Hadama had done a great job. She couldn't wait to feel the metal resting in her palms, coursing with Dygra's power.
