When we can’t control fire,
we name it “wild”
Frustration was etched on Alina's brow. Although her scowl was fairly typical for the Fae, today it seemed deeper, somehow. She hovered a safe distance above the beautiful hues below, out of reach of any of the geysers that went off.
However, she wasn't here for the view or for the admittedly pretty waterworks. Instead, she scanned the ground below for any sign of someone she could strike a deal with. As she flew up and down the stretch of land the locals called the Rainbow Road, her hands gripped her spear tightly enough that she was white-knuckled. All in all, she looked tightly coiled, ready to explode at the slightest provocation.
However, she wasn't here for the view or for the admittedly pretty waterworks. Instead, she scanned the ground below for any sign of someone she could strike a deal with. As she flew up and down the stretch of land the locals called the Rainbow Road, her hands gripped her spear tightly enough that she was white-knuckled. All in all, she looked tightly coiled, ready to explode at the slightest provocation.
when we can’t control God,
we name it “war”
ALINA
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