Hang hallowed halos

KIADA i wish that i could say, i am a light that never goes out. The light heartedness is comfortable, and perhaps a small amount comforting as she comments on him being her favorite. Her icy gaze slides over to see what he does, how he responds, knowing he hadn’t really preferred to have the attention drawn with the statement. How he’d rather remain dormant on the mountain tops rather than intervene, to be a part of it. An unnoticed crag in the inner workings of the peaks. But she had noticed. She might have been flame and fury to her core, but she’d always be the girl hewn from the mountains, chiseled and grown and with enough resolve to do whatever it took. The flame couldn’t met the stone she was molded from, no matter how hard it tried. And so she relishes the surprise and bewilderment that befalls him, watching as he mills the thought over, waiting for a snark response from him to erupt in the air. But it doesn’t come. Instead, the statement that does has her stopping in her tracks, the smiling and laughter, amusement brimming on her face falls something akin to the cold. She wasn’t upset that he was going back down in there (okay maybe a little) but it was the fact he thought he might not make it out. She inhales sharply and reaches out with her pale hand to rest on his forearm with a slight frown covering her face. She wants to tell him that he’ll make it out, that there’s no need to make plans of what happens after. But ah, the Harpy has been on the edge of unbelieving, and been left with picking up the pieces after. And all she can do is look fondly at the man who perhaps had been the closest to a father she’s ever had, offering him a determined nod. “I will.” She promises. but i flicker from time to time.