And when that sky rains fire on you
And you're persona non grata
And you're persona non grata
The tundra outside of the Citadel walls was harsh and unforgiving at the best of times, which was why Nina never set foot onto the ice without requesting a blessing from the First Flame. Just this morning, she had meditated in the firelight, eyes closed against the flame's brilliance, accepting the luck that she firmly believed flowed from the sacred fire. And when she passed through the walls and out onto the tundra, it was with the confidence of someone who had done so a thousand times before - this despite the fact that she rarely ventured outside of the Citadel, and never beyond Halo itself.
Ember bounded alongside her, bouncing from snowdrift to snowdrift and seeming to revel in the way the ice sizzled beneath its flames. The little fire sprite was a beacon in the snow, but no sooner had the gates closed behind them than its bonded was calling upon her own fire magic, lighting up the surrounding ice with a brilliant display of flames meant both for play and warmth. The more Nina used her magic, the warmer she stayed, and even at the height of Longheat, that was an important factor to consider out here.
Fire rippled out from the Keeper in waves, becoming little figures of dragons and ursurs and luxere as she walked, whistling quietly to herself. Ember leapt through the flames, spitting and hissing in a way that sounded very much like a campfire crackling merrily in the snow. And together, the two walked - no goals, no destination, just for the joy of exploring the world beyond the Citadel walls and playing with fire in peace.
Ember bounded alongside her, bouncing from snowdrift to snowdrift and seeming to revel in the way the ice sizzled beneath its flames. The little fire sprite was a beacon in the snow, but no sooner had the gates closed behind them than its bonded was calling upon her own fire magic, lighting up the surrounding ice with a brilliant display of flames meant both for play and warmth. The more Nina used her magic, the warmer she stayed, and even at the height of Longheat, that was an important factor to consider out here.
Fire rippled out from the Keeper in waves, becoming little figures of dragons and ursurs and luxere as she walked, whistling quietly to herself. Ember leapt through the flames, spitting and hissing in a way that sounded very much like a campfire crackling merrily in the snow. And together, the two walked - no goals, no destination, just for the joy of exploring the world beyond the Citadel walls and playing with fire in peace.
I'll tell you how I've been there too
And that none of it matters
And that none of it matters
Nina
