[KQ] Push your fingers through the surface

A ship is safe in harbor,

Having never been to the Feverlands, Thal had trouble figuring out what was normal vs the effects of the Void. She assumed most purple aspects were courtesy of their local pandemic; ugly violet flowers, creepy amethyst eyes, a blanket lavender hue that seemed to encompass her vision. It all attempted to instill a sense of dread in her, but she instead chose to rest her hand along the hilt of her dagger.

Glancing at the rest of the strange group, she wondered how they'd all ended up together. She'd been willing to help Hadama considering he'd done so much for her, but she wasn't exactly on 'friendly' terms with Melita, and she'd had no idea who this other woman was until just moments before. It was 'Aurelia,' right? No matter, as long as they didn't get in her way, Thal was looking forward to fueling her pyromaniac tendencies. 'Ready'? The real question was whether the Void was ready for her? The thought brought a mischievous smile to her face as she stepped off the boat onto the shoreline. 

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Thalassa has brought her daggers and a piss-off attitude. 

Flametouch Daggers | A pair of obsidian daggers licked with crimson along the blade edge. On hit, the daggers become wreathed in flame.

Thalassa

but that's not what ships are built for.