When we can’t control fire,
we name it “wild”
Alina was equally eager to get home, though she wasn't quivering like Milo was. Instead, she was practically still, only shifting slightly as droplets of water slid down her skin and she fanned her wings to dry them. Sighing at his answer, she gestured at the five empty spots that still waited. "So we're literally just waiting for a miracle cure?" Grimacing she shook her eyes.
Hesitating for a moment, she stepped forward. Running her fingers along the archway, she frowned at some raised ridges. However, she dropped her hand soon enough. Turning back to the waterfall, she glared at it, knowing she'd have to go back through it. "What now?" She wasn't sure she could make it back to the hot springs, not with how many tunnels they'd passed through.
Hesitating for a moment, she stepped forward. Running her fingers along the archway, she frowned at some raised ridges. However, she dropped her hand soon enough. Turning back to the waterfall, she glared at it, knowing she'd have to go back through it. "What now?" She wasn't sure she could make it back to the hot springs, not with how many tunnels they'd passed through.
when we can’t control God,
we name it “war”
ALINA
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