And when that sky rains fire on you
And you're persona non grata
And you're persona non grata
Ember crackled merrily as it chased the ribbons of fire. Sometimes it managed to grasp an end, seeming to devour the flames; other times, it missed, and the snow where it landed hissed and spit as it melted, reforming into little spots of ice nearly as soon as the fire elemental moved on.
Nina watched all of this unfold, bemused by the stranger's enthusiasm. "Ember," she replied, continuing to toss balls towards the fire sprite. "And I am Nina." There was a pause, during which Ember continued to play, and then Nina remarked, "You are not from Halo." It was not accusatory or judgmental; it was simply a statement of fact, and perhaps an invitation for the young woman to say more, should she wish to do so. "Or, if you are, I have not seen you visit the First Flame."
Nina watched all of this unfold, bemused by the stranger's enthusiasm. "Ember," she replied, continuing to toss balls towards the fire sprite. "And I am Nina." There was a pause, during which Ember continued to play, and then Nina remarked, "You are not from Halo." It was not accusatory or judgmental; it was simply a statement of fact, and perhaps an invitation for the young woman to say more, should she wish to do so. "Or, if you are, I have not seen you visit the First Flame."
I'll tell you how I've been there too
And that none of it matters
And that none of it matters
Nina
