Thalassa
Hit me hard and soft
When the man's crestfallen face turns towards her, Thal realizes that she recognizes him from Danta's recent birthday party. She'd still never gotten his name - not when the party had fallen apart so quickly - but doesn't care to ask right now, blue eyes narrowing with continued annoyance at the delay.
Clenching her teeth, she summons the fire back to her fingertips to point out the brown that infects her usually blue waters. "Don't know that a weapon will do anything, but you might as well help fix the mess you added to." The flames lick down her fingers, spreading to the surface of the water again to harden what portions she can. A huff of breath escapes, her fire echoing the ripple of air as it swirls in search of the mud. "Yeah. It's a pain in the ass. Worse than getting your wagon wheel stuck." At least if her wagon got stuck, the dirt wouldn't have a chance to rehydrate and continue the fight, unlike how it lightens into a dry dirt then darkens to mud again, mocking her efforts.
Clenching her teeth, she summons the fire back to her fingertips to point out the brown that infects her usually blue waters. "Don't know that a weapon will do anything, but you might as well help fix the mess you added to." The flames lick down her fingers, spreading to the surface of the water again to harden what portions she can. A huff of breath escapes, her fire echoing the ripple of air as it swirls in search of the mud. "Yeah. It's a pain in the ass. Worse than getting your wagon wheel stuck." At least if her wagon got stuck, the dirt wouldn't have a chance to rehydrate and continue the fight, unlike how it lightens into a dry dirt then darkens to mud again, mocking her efforts.
