hung high and dry, where no one can see
if there's no one to blame, blame it on me
“I’m afraid I’m the opposite in that regard.” She offers with a small half smile. Fire magic, fireworks, no water to help put out the flames. “Fire magic.” Her gaze slides over to him in amusement. “Perhaps our skills are better suited for each other’s kingdoms.” A tease, playful, relaxing somewhat in the presence of the other ruler but still on her guard enough.
At his raised brow, however, she nods. “Guilty.” She comments, looking out over the grounds as they begin to make their way, listening to the way Halo changes with the seasons. It seems lovely, wonderful, but she can picture the blinding light capturing the ice and projecting it all around. “It tends to get pretty warm here, many stay by the Oasis just to swim and cool off a bit.” She offers, before a thought hits her. “Do your people celebrate the capturing of the sun?” She wonders how far the customs go – if the Fae and the Grounds now celebrate it. Is it something that is shared across the expanse? Or is Halo too far, too cold to engage in those easier times?
She aims their direction toward the Settlement, to walk among the hustle and bustle of people scurrying to and fro with banners and basket weaving beginning, with bakeries and places to eat and snack among the quantity. How different it must be with no ice or snow.
At his raised brow, however, she nods. “Guilty.” She comments, looking out over the grounds as they begin to make their way, listening to the way Halo changes with the seasons. It seems lovely, wonderful, but she can picture the blinding light capturing the ice and projecting it all around. “It tends to get pretty warm here, many stay by the Oasis just to swim and cool off a bit.” She offers, before a thought hits her. “Do your people celebrate the capturing of the sun?” She wonders how far the customs go – if the Fae and the Grounds now celebrate it. Is it something that is shared across the expanse? Or is Halo too far, too cold to engage in those easier times?
She aims their direction toward the Settlement, to walk among the hustle and bustle of people scurrying to and fro with banners and basket weaving beginning, with bakeries and places to eat and snack among the quantity. How different it must be with no ice or snow.
storm in the sky, fire in the streets
if there's nothing but pain, put it on me
REXANNA
