When we can’t control fire,
we name it “wild”
Everyone that knew Alina knew she never showed emotions other than anger or disgust. Everyone was also wrong: she displayed plenty of other emotions, just not where anyone could see them. So, when the time came to make lanterns for those who had passed, she gathered her supplies and her spear.
Then she flew to a remote corner of the Greatwood, one that others rarely visited for a variety of reasons. She personally had never been scared at the rumors of the monster that lived in the drop, nor did the shipwrecks deter her. Indeed, she landed by the water's edge without hesitation.
Slinging her pack to the ground and setting down her spear, she rummaged inside for the paper and charcoal she'd brought. Laying it out, she paused for a moment, smoothing the page on the rock she'd chosen for her workstation. Then she bent her head down and began drawing, the motions jerky and imprecise.
Then she flew to a remote corner of the Greatwood, one that others rarely visited for a variety of reasons. She personally had never been scared at the rumors of the monster that lived in the drop, nor did the shipwrecks deter her. Indeed, she landed by the water's edge without hesitation.
Slinging her pack to the ground and setting down her spear, she rummaged inside for the paper and charcoal she'd brought. Laying it out, she paused for a moment, smoothing the page on the rock she'd chosen for her workstation. Then she bent her head down and began drawing, the motions jerky and imprecise.
when we can’t control God,
we name it “war”
ALINA
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