When we can’t control fire,
we name it “wild”
Watching as Theo reclaimed the few remaining items, Alina glared at him as he complained. "Too bad. Don't steal." Her nostrils flared at the audacity of the man.
Turning up her nose at his comment, she spoke in a low and dangerous tone. "Or maybe you simply don't know how to respect the traditions, boundaries, and property of others." She nodded at the guards. "Get him out of here." They nodded at her and proceeded to do just that. If he wasn't willing to leave, they'd drag him away.
With that, the huntress stalked off. Rising from the ground, she would return to her perch in the tree overlooking the festivities. Taking a cloth, she wiped the blood from the point of her spear before tucking it into her pocket.
Turning up her nose at his comment, she spoke in a low and dangerous tone. "Or maybe you simply don't know how to respect the traditions, boundaries, and property of others." She nodded at the guards. "Get him out of here." They nodded at her and proceeded to do just that. If he wasn't willing to leave, they'd drag him away.
With that, the huntress stalked off. Rising from the ground, she would return to her perch in the tree overlooking the festivities. Taking a cloth, she wiped the blood from the point of her spear before tucking it into her pocket.
when we can’t control God,
we name it “war”
ALINA
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