Maea
The landscape of the Climb held a wild and barren kind of beauty. Ash and dust dyed the roiling clouds a brooding kind of gray that seemed to eat the daylight. Any sun that penetrated that cover usually spilled to the ground in columns of light, bleak and somehow thinner - as if even Vi thought twice before trespassing upon Dygra's land. A taste of brikne on erratic gusts of wind that rolled in over frothing waves coated dry lips with a layer of salt and made them burn, cracking and bleeding... Not a land for the faint of heart, nor for the weak, or anyone without skill, perseverance - or a boatload of luck.
Said luck must be with the palest of Dygra's daughters today. Because just as she crested a hill and got a good look at what lay on the other side, a figure stirred on the ground below. A lava stream was runnelling from a series of bubbling pools towards the coast, and on the banks of it - like a crocodile languishing by the riverside, only make it hell - lay the lial she had been looking for.
Casting a look over her shoulder, Maea watched for a moment how Liam searched his way towards her over the terrain, dogged and so very loyal. How many would follow her like this, asking no questions, demanding no explanation? Not many, she thought. Not when it was for her. Her smiles held too many edges, even her shadow contained teeth and on days like today it was a toss up whether she'd kiss or kill anyone who got too close.
Well. Liam was exempt from the killing. She'd kill for him, would kill anyone who tried to lay a finger on him, and today... she would need to kill her prey before it had a chance to even get close to him.
"Found one," she informed him, stabbing a thumb over her shoulder at the dell below. "What do you know about lials? Ever seen one before?"
Said luck must be with the palest of Dygra's daughters today. Because just as she crested a hill and got a good look at what lay on the other side, a figure stirred on the ground below. A lava stream was runnelling from a series of bubbling pools towards the coast, and on the banks of it - like a crocodile languishing by the riverside, only make it hell - lay the lial she had been looking for.
Casting a look over her shoulder, Maea watched for a moment how Liam searched his way towards her over the terrain, dogged and so very loyal. How many would follow her like this, asking no questions, demanding no explanation? Not many, she thought. Not when it was for her. Her smiles held too many edges, even her shadow contained teeth and on days like today it was a toss up whether she'd kiss or kill anyone who got too close.
Well. Liam was exempt from the killing. She'd kill for him, would kill anyone who tried to lay a finger on him, and today... she would need to kill her prey before it had a chance to even get close to him.
"Found one," she informed him, stabbing a thumb over her shoulder at the dell below. "What do you know about lials? Ever seen one before?"
And I am the monster that startles me
in the mirror
in the mirror
Table base by Skylark
