Thalassa
A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor.
The light humor between the two had Thal reluctant to see the end of their meeting, but alas, the purpose for her visit had come to an end. Hadama's quiet pride in his work had her smiling secretly as he finished the final steps. The grinding of the blades into their razor thin edges was like a buzz of anticipation in her chest until he finally let the polish run down their glistening sides, a prophesy for the blood to come, and offered them to her.Thal took the beautiful creations into her hands and nodded respectfully. "Thank you, friend." The last word was a whisper that escaped on an air of nonchalance that she didn't feel. Giving him a sharp grin to match the dangerous blades, she said, "It would be my pleasure." In her mind, she made sure to seek out the Mer King once the daggers were complete in order to let him see the fruits of his labor, even if they didn't spar at that moment. With a mischievous smile, she pulled her hood back over her head and turned away from Hadama. Not quite ready to sheath the blades, she let them hang in her hands at her side as she stepped out of the forge and back into the bustling streets of Haulani.
[FIN]
