The quiet, singing voice of the rose.
The swim into the dark cavern blissfully wiped all thoughts from her soul. All she could think about was the dark cold that encompassed her. The black expanse of water that brought back painfully memories while still singing to her soul. How could something that had brought her such awful experiences still somehow ease her mind? Despite the despair and seasickness that lingered there, Thal couldn't deny how her body slid through the water without reservations, relishing in the currents that brushed through her fingers and hair.
When she emerged from the lapping waves, she felt refreshed and exhausted simultaneously. Trauma seemed to fall away, but the more recent worries took their place, a constant worry that she couldn't expel. Doubts and fears influencing her every decision, placing a wall between her and everyone else. Mortals were too fragile to place her hopes and trust in. Their bodies broke, and they could too easily break her hear. But her goddess had proven to be different. She was worthy of her faith and devotion.
Thal didn't have to stumble her way through the dark this time as she made her way into the rocky cave. Unsheathing her dagger, she slid it over her palm, letting the pain overwhelm the unwelcome thoughts with its bright red. The action lit the dagger with flames, setting the black stone aglow with its presence. She let the light guide her to the shrine tucked into the recess of the wall before it twinkled out, leaving her in the dark once more. However, the rubies continued to shine with an innate source, casting her eyes a strange mixture of red and blue, not quite a purple.
Reaching her hand forward, Thal placed her hand on the gemstones, letting the blood drip over their crystalline figures as she said, "Dygra, my dark lady. Please look favorably upon me once more." The dense liquid of her blood darkened the glowing light as she paused for a moment before continuing. "While constructing these daggers you have blessed, a suggestion was made that I would like to request your assistance in implementing." Keeping her hand in place, she set both blades before the shrine, admiring the obsidian that reflected the rubies, enhancing the red sheen upon their edges. "If it would please you, I'd like to be able to call them back to me after they've been thrown. It would be convenient in battle when long range is a necessity." Feeling that the goddess wouldn't appreciate more fancy words or explanations, Thal fell silent, waiting to see if she would be joined by the deity.
Thalassa is requesting a quest from Dygra to have her daggers upgraded/improved (to let her call them back after throwing them).
When she emerged from the lapping waves, she felt refreshed and exhausted simultaneously. Trauma seemed to fall away, but the more recent worries took their place, a constant worry that she couldn't expel. Doubts and fears influencing her every decision, placing a wall between her and everyone else. Mortals were too fragile to place her hopes and trust in. Their bodies broke, and they could too easily break her hear. But her goddess had proven to be different. She was worthy of her faith and devotion.
Thal didn't have to stumble her way through the dark this time as she made her way into the rocky cave. Unsheathing her dagger, she slid it over her palm, letting the pain overwhelm the unwelcome thoughts with its bright red. The action lit the dagger with flames, setting the black stone aglow with its presence. She let the light guide her to the shrine tucked into the recess of the wall before it twinkled out, leaving her in the dark once more. However, the rubies continued to shine with an innate source, casting her eyes a strange mixture of red and blue, not quite a purple.
Reaching her hand forward, Thal placed her hand on the gemstones, letting the blood drip over their crystalline figures as she said, "Dygra, my dark lady. Please look favorably upon me once more." The dense liquid of her blood darkened the glowing light as she paused for a moment before continuing. "While constructing these daggers you have blessed, a suggestion was made that I would like to request your assistance in implementing." Keeping her hand in place, she set both blades before the shrine, admiring the obsidian that reflected the rubies, enhancing the red sheen upon their edges. "If it would please you, I'd like to be able to call them back to me after they've been thrown. It would be convenient in battle when long range is a necessity." Feeling that the goddess wouldn't appreciate more fancy words or explanations, Thal fell silent, waiting to see if she would be joined by the deity.
Thalassa is requesting a quest from Dygra to have her daggers upgraded/improved (to let her call them back after throwing them).
The song that promised all might be well,
all might be well,
that all manner of things might be well.
all might be well,
that all manner of things might be well.
Thalassa
