The quiet, singing voice of the rose.
The warmth of Dygra's presence was a welcome sensation and Thal sunk deeper into the floor like she was falling into the embrace of the goddess herself. "You flatter me, dark lady." Her smile was evident enough of her pleasure at the compliment, even as her words suggested their insignificance.
A glow consumed her daggers for a moment as she watched the blood become the source of their magic, melting into twists and swirls of deep red. Although the blood had vanished, its essence brought a vicious beauty to the blades, reminding her of Dygra herself. Reaching out an eager hand, she wrapped her hand around the hilt, the heat seeping into her skin, another appreciated reminder of her goddess. Running a finger over the obsidian, silver, and red, she dipped her head. "Thank you, Dygra. I hope to make you proud using this gift." Not quite ready to sheath the blades, Thal rose, admiring the intricacy of the weapons as she graciously exited the Cathedral, eager to test them.
[FIN]
A glow consumed her daggers for a moment as she watched the blood become the source of their magic, melting into twists and swirls of deep red. Although the blood had vanished, its essence brought a vicious beauty to the blades, reminding her of Dygra herself. Reaching out an eager hand, she wrapped her hand around the hilt, the heat seeping into her skin, another appreciated reminder of her goddess. Running a finger over the obsidian, silver, and red, she dipped her head. "Thank you, Dygra. I hope to make you proud using this gift." Not quite ready to sheath the blades, Thal rose, admiring the intricacy of the weapons as she graciously exited the Cathedral, eager to test them.
[FIN]
The song that promised all might be well,
all might be well,
that all manner of things might be well.
all might be well,
that all manner of things might be well.
Thalassa
