And when that sky rains fire on you
And you're persona non grata
And you're persona non grata
Nina followed along as Deimos led the way with Erebos astride. The younger Ignatius was far more talkative than his father, and charming in the way that all children were: eager, not yet wary of the danger strangers could pose, not yet aware of social conventions (in a way that Nina could relate to). At the mention of Deimos setting things ablaze, Nina raised one brow and glanced to the hellhound; perhaps she and the Warden had more in common than she had originally realized.
"I was very young," she told Erebos, gaze shifting to Ember as the fire elemental followed obediently along, perhaps cowed, for once, by the sheer magnitude of the festivities. "My grandmother took me to see the First Flame for the first time. From what I can recall, we were meditating -" Or trying to, as was more likely for young Nina. "- and the Flame began to move. From within the fire, Ember emerged. It came to me and attempted to nudge my hand." She held up the appendage, showing Erebos the burn scar across her knuckles. "It hurt, but after that, I realized that we were bonded. I could feel Ember's regret that it had caused me pain. It has never tried to touch someone else, after that incident."
Dropping her hand, she shrugged. "I do not know where it came from. Perhaps it was a part of the First Flame come to life. Perhaps it was drawn to the Flame's warmth. But it is a good companion, and I cherish it." The little fire sprite crackled at that, seemingly pleased to hear such rare praise from its bonded.
They arrived at the food tables, and Nina surveyed the options, waiting for Deimos and Erebos to make their selections. Burgers were not her first choice of meal - so messy, with all those toppings - but she quickly found some kebabs nearby and made a purchase of her own.
"I was very young," she told Erebos, gaze shifting to Ember as the fire elemental followed obediently along, perhaps cowed, for once, by the sheer magnitude of the festivities. "My grandmother took me to see the First Flame for the first time. From what I can recall, we were meditating -" Or trying to, as was more likely for young Nina. "- and the Flame began to move. From within the fire, Ember emerged. It came to me and attempted to nudge my hand." She held up the appendage, showing Erebos the burn scar across her knuckles. "It hurt, but after that, I realized that we were bonded. I could feel Ember's regret that it had caused me pain. It has never tried to touch someone else, after that incident."
Dropping her hand, she shrugged. "I do not know where it came from. Perhaps it was a part of the First Flame come to life. Perhaps it was drawn to the Flame's warmth. But it is a good companion, and I cherish it." The little fire sprite crackled at that, seemingly pleased to hear such rare praise from its bonded.
They arrived at the food tables, and Nina surveyed the options, waiting for Deimos and Erebos to make their selections. Burgers were not her first choice of meal - so messy, with all those toppings - but she quickly found some kebabs nearby and made a purchase of her own.
I'll tell you how I've been there too
And that none of it matters
And that none of it matters
Nina
