Thalassa
Home is behind, the world ahead,
And there are many paths to tread
And there are many paths to tread
Despite the pride of her lyvern shift's success in freeing her and breaking down the old stumps, Thal decided to stay in her Ancient form, taking comfort in the physical exertion. Part of her considered staying in her more powerful form, letting the wings quickly move her across the beach to the wood piles and her strong legs tear through more wood. However, the manual labor proved more taxing to her smaller body and maybe if she worked hard enough, the exhaustion would consume her mind, pushing away the other unwanted emotions, like guilt.
For now, Thal brushed some of the lingering mud from her clothes and gathered the more manageable pieces from the sand. She hefted them into her arms, carrying them to the awaiting pit, already feeling the fire magic shifting in her veins. It would be nice to release the tension.
Thalassa gathers the wood to burn.
For now, Thal brushed some of the lingering mud from her clothes and gathered the more manageable pieces from the sand. She hefted them into her arms, carrying them to the awaiting pit, already feeling the fire magic shifting in her veins. It would be nice to release the tension.
Thalassa gathers the wood to burn.
Through shadows to the edge of night,
Until the stars are all alight.
Until the stars are all alight.
