When we can’t control fire,
we name it “wild”
Alina might not like Torchline, but she'd learned a lot in her explorations. Most importantly was that everything could be bought and sold, so long as one was willing to pay the price. So she lurked and hovered, trying to catch people alone when they seemed desperate.
Today's quarry was a sad looking man lingering by the edge of the Miana Pool. She'd spotted him from above and followed him for a distance as he made his way to the spot. Now she descended from the sky, spear gripped firmly in her hands. She was still far enough away that she'd be out of range on the off chance he had magic.
"You there. Got a minute?" She spoke in a commanding tone, practically sneering down at him.
Today's quarry was a sad looking man lingering by the edge of the Miana Pool. She'd spotted him from above and followed him for a distance as he made his way to the spot. Now she descended from the sky, spear gripped firmly in her hands. She was still far enough away that she'd be out of range on the off chance he had magic.
"You there. Got a minute?" She spoke in a commanding tone, practically sneering down at him.
when we can’t control God,
we name it “war”
ALINA
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