[seasonal event] arise from the dust

if through some miracle, you are granted the chance to see him again

whether in this life or the next

She listens to him, imagining the clouds shifting into shapes, into rabbits or birds as they float on the wind, offering a light muddy shrug at the mention that they’d see. They certainly would, wouldn’t they? But she pauses in her thoughts, head turning to look at him when he tells her that Rexanna had told him that Zariah is there, and her lip quirks briefly in distaste. “Ugh.” A quiet whine. “I bet it’ll be difficult to get ahold of with her there.” But she’d been training, been working hard. And Zariah wasn’t a creature of LongNight with souls to guard and take, with wings to sore above the skies with.

The mention of Illynx, however, distracts her and she keeps her gaze on him for a moment. She never knew the story of Illynx, never knew how the Basin worked before she or her mother had gotten there. At the mention of Fiat Lux however, she snorts, sighing back into the mud and looking back to the skies. “That’s because you and Amalia realized you loved each other.” She teases, a smirk crossing her face. “So it’s sweet to you.” She says, giving a knowing look to the skies that she hides from him.

“Personally it had too many flowers for my taste.” She recalls the flower crown tossed to her, placed upon her head and rolls her eyes lightly. Amused.

you are, and always shall be, his

KIADA