stars in the skin
To hear Colt’s plans for ensuring all the gods were being represented in the desert made her brow arch, a quiet hum passing through as she nestled other portions back into the earth, standing back to survey the depths. “Dygra would probably like it too,” she shrugged; though she was no expert on the ancient goddess. “Chaos. Heat.” Seemed to fit the bill.
Brushing her hands together, she hadn’t thought the topic would shift to her uncle of all people, especially considering prior conversations. But rather than immediately jump to questionable anger or an outburst at the defensive measures over Sunjata, she tilted her head, listened as Fangorn crashed through the undergrowth, vines catching an insect. “A little bit. What’d he say?” He’d be the type, especially now, with lacking a heart, to just accept whatever – and that made her the tiniest bit irritated too – wishing he’d be a bit more stubborn, a bit more guarded, a bit less inviting for everyone to stomp all over him.
All those notions aside, the ripple of movement nearby, and Colt’s exhale, made the Honeybee stiffen. Her eyes flickered briefly upwards, but Sila clearly hadn’t caught any motions, and the beast must’ve been well-camouflaged. Ushering Fangorn closer, her eyes narrowed, and then she took a deep breath, gauging situations and pragmatic means. “Well, be ready to run up the ropes,” came as a warning, because she was going to unfurl and no one was going to stop her.
A blast ricocheted from her – confetti sprawling, a jettison of power and prowess encountering the allogator with might and sudden explosions of bright hues and colors; marked and probably irate about it.
Allogator: 1195/1266
Brushing her hands together, she hadn’t thought the topic would shift to her uncle of all people, especially considering prior conversations. But rather than immediately jump to questionable anger or an outburst at the defensive measures over Sunjata, she tilted her head, listened as Fangorn crashed through the undergrowth, vines catching an insect. “A little bit. What’d he say?” He’d be the type, especially now, with lacking a heart, to just accept whatever – and that made her the tiniest bit irritated too – wishing he’d be a bit more stubborn, a bit more guarded, a bit less inviting for everyone to stomp all over him.
All those notions aside, the ripple of movement nearby, and Colt’s exhale, made the Honeybee stiffen. Her eyes flickered briefly upwards, but Sila clearly hadn’t caught any motions, and the beast must’ve been well-camouflaged. Ushering Fangorn closer, her eyes narrowed, and then she took a deep breath, gauging situations and pragmatic means. “Well, be ready to run up the ropes,” came as a warning, because she was going to unfurl and no one was going to stop her.
A blast ricocheted from her – confetti sprawling, a jettison of power and prowess encountering the allogator with might and sudden explosions of bright hues and colors; marked and probably irate about it.
Allogator: 1195/1266
Melita
and fire, iron, scales
