Thalassa
They created the monster
Retrieving her own log, Thal returned to the pile, eager to finish the task and be on her way. The fire still lingered under her skin, ready to be released when given the all clear. But then she heard the other woman call out from across the swamp. A quick observation determined that the last piece was out of reach for the woman. However, a rope wasn't something she often carried on her.
Thal scoffed indignantly, having already shown her shift. "No, but I have wings." Without another word, she took on the lyvern form, swooping over the watery mud. She aimed for the floating debris, wings tucked to dip down and scoop it up. Not wanting to get stuck in the mud again, she made sure to keep contact with the surface to a minimum, instead reaching out her claws to grab the log. If she was successful, she'd carry it back to the pile and wait for the others.
Thalassa uses her lyvern shift to retrieve the last piece.
Thal scoffed indignantly, having already shown her shift. "No, but I have wings." Without another word, she took on the lyvern form, swooping over the watery mud. She aimed for the floating debris, wings tucked to dip down and scoop it up. Not wanting to get stuck in the mud again, she made sure to keep contact with the surface to a minimum, instead reaching out her claws to grab the log. If she was successful, she'd carry it back to the pile and wait for the others.
Thalassa uses her lyvern shift to retrieve the last piece.
and then asked why I bite.
