bring me your suffering
the rattle roar of broken bones
the rattle roar of broken bones
Celebrating her successes had always been a mostly-Melita venture, unless she told Flora or her uncle, and then that was mostly it – savoring her victories with a smirk, a grin, and smug sense of satisfaction as monsters were felled at her behest or she overcame some asshole’s whims. Iskra being proud of her accomplishments was something else altogether, and her eyes widened for a fraction, something pounding in her chest before she blushed and looked away, staring at the mud in the distance. “Well so far I’ve been able to use Flora’s channeling and Sunjata’s water…so maybe!” There were a whole host of possibilities, and she’d been intending to strive and try.
The grin faded a little when she turned back at his offer though; understanding it for what it was worth, but uncertain how much she’d want to relive some segments that still bristled, still wore a little at the edges. “Oh, I don’t-,” she hesitated, repressing a shudder, lodging and locking it away. “Probably not today.” She'd loathe to admit there were a lot of fears to get over first.
As for the applause effect, she only shrugged, pretending that it was nothing, because she might want to use it for the future on other contortions. “Problem is I may not get the water, and manage y’know, ducks instead.” That maybe Goose would like, but still wouldn’t be getting them any cleaner. “Probably a stream nearby? I’ll send Sila and she can look around.” The dragon obliged, bronze wings soaring into the air and meandering, hovering, on a passing thermal.
The grin faded a little when she turned back at his offer though; understanding it for what it was worth, but uncertain how much she’d want to relive some segments that still bristled, still wore a little at the edges. “Oh, I don’t-,” she hesitated, repressing a shudder, lodging and locking it away. “Probably not today.” She'd loathe to admit there were a lot of fears to get over first.
As for the applause effect, she only shrugged, pretending that it was nothing, because she might want to use it for the future on other contortions. “Problem is I may not get the water, and manage y’know, ducks instead.” That maybe Goose would like, but still wouldn’t be getting them any cleaner. “Probably a stream nearby? I’ll send Sila and she can look around.” The dragon obliged, bronze wings soaring into the air and meandering, hovering, on a passing thermal.
the honeybee
Bring me the riot in your heart
angry, wild, and raw
angry, wild, and raw
