Nina
I was in my tower weaving nightmares
Twisting all my smiles into snarls
Twisting all my smiles into snarls
Nina arrived without fanfare at the appointed time, tattooed chin held high as she embraced the Longheat sun. Her attire was simple, though even for such strenuous physical labor, she remained adorned with a few key pieces of jewelry: a nose piercing of bone that protruded straight past her nostrils; large earrings made of tiny beads in a tribal pattern of orange, yellow, and teal; a ring on her right middle finger that she never took off. Her hair was tied back in a straight, simple braid, and Ember trailed behind her as always.
Their presence was, perhaps, a surprise, given that she had rarely been seen helping in this way before. She’d been so focused on learning how to be the Keeper of the First Flame in her youth that she’d neglected her community, and she was beginning to see now that that might have been a mistake. People would not trust her to bless their hunts, much less anything else, if they did not know her.
So here she was. Helping.
She nodded regally to Deimos, then watched as Marcus shifted to soar high above. For her part, she turned back to the Warden. ”Is there anything in particular we are looking for?” she wanted to know. ”Or are we just searching for anything out of the ordinary?”
Their presence was, perhaps, a surprise, given that she had rarely been seen helping in this way before. She’d been so focused on learning how to be the Keeper of the First Flame in her youth that she’d neglected her community, and she was beginning to see now that that might have been a mistake. People would not trust her to bless their hunts, much less anything else, if they did not know her.
So here she was. Helping.
She nodded regally to Deimos, then watched as Marcus shifted to soar high above. For her part, she turned back to the Warden. ”Is there anything in particular we are looking for?” she wanted to know. ”Or are we just searching for anything out of the ordinary?”
They say what doesn't kill you makes you aware
What happens if it becomes who you are?
What happens if it becomes who you are?
