(se) eastbound

AISHA

kiss my skin, she said to her star
we can be the sun

Yeah Anden, just squint your eyes, you'll see it. In all honesty the doll was more made just to recreate the dress, an article from her memory that brought her such joy. The story there was warm, happy, and that was what she wanted to put into this doll. It didn't quite capture the essence of her mother's golden dress in all it's ember hues, but it was an effort. The real thing, the ribbon her mother had cut from that dress, stayed tied up in her hair, hidden by the curls, and would not be used in this art project. That, she could not part with.

She smiled at his reply to her admonishment, "She is," came a soft answer, savoring her mother's smile before it was gone again.

The girl paused in her work as Anden started his own doll, pulling something vicious from his back and using it to slice and torment a piece of fabric. "Neat trick," she commented, wondering what other things the ascended could do. Even more so, where exactly had he pulled the spike from. She didn't ask, instead continued working on laying the shimmery gold paints she'd taken from Oliver's supplied to cover the fiery ochres.

"I want to meet it, I want to meet em all really, see what makes them so special," she said, tying a small string around the doll's waist.

breathe your light into my eyes
while i breathe fire into your heart