Thalassa
A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor.
She tried to imagine what the seaforging process would look like, picturing a lot of swinging hammers and shimmering magic. It might be interesting to sneak a peek one day, but she understood keeping secrets. After all, Thal wasn't very open with her own knowledge. "Fair enough." Her understanding eyes met his in a humorous twinkle."I'm sure you're unbiased." An amused laugh followed his statement and she shook her head lightly. Thal couldn't blame him. Everyone seemed to have their own motivation for boasting their homelands. And she had claimed Torchline to be her favorite.
Hadama finished what he was doing and presented the weapons to her. Stepping forward, Thal looked at the stunning red stones set into the hilts, raising her eyebrows in surprise. Each curve and edge had a wonderful danger to them. She couldn't deny that he knew how to make a good set of daggers. "Honestly? I can't think of any way to improve them. You've done a beautiful job." Thal didn't give compliments often, but she sincerely appreciated his willingness to assist her and a soft smile accompanied it. When he resumed the process, she returned to her perch, waiting with patience for him to deem them finished.
