Thalassa
Hit me hard and soft
The porch of her apartment is small, but sometimes she likes how it feels like standing on the helm of The Marauder. Wind snags at her thick cloak, reminding her that Deepfrost is in full swing even without the snowflakes nipping at her skin. There's a defiant flush to her cheeks as she looks out to the flashing lightning like staring down an ocean storm, ready to ride out the waves. With any luck, she'll have some semblance of control of the element soon, but there are still many things for her to do before then.
For now, Thal tucks a strand of errant hair from her face - appreciative that it's dark once more. She pulls a dagger from her hip, brandishing it in the flashing light of the storm as she descends the stairs, fire wreathing the blade to lick up her arm, keeping the cold at bay while she eyes the nearby trees for a good candidate to unleash some extra energy on.
Her boots crunch in the thin layer of snow when she stops in front of a large tree. With a flick of her tail and a snap of her wrist, her dagger flies through the air to thud into the bark, flames trailing up the trunk before dissipating.
For now, Thal tucks a strand of errant hair from her face - appreciative that it's dark once more. She pulls a dagger from her hip, brandishing it in the flashing light of the storm as she descends the stairs, fire wreathing the blade to lick up her arm, keeping the cold at bay while she eyes the nearby trees for a good candidate to unleash some extra energy on.
Her boots crunch in the thin layer of snow when she stops in front of a large tree. With a flick of her tail and a snap of her wrist, her dagger flies through the air to thud into the bark, flames trailing up the trunk before dissipating.
