cigarettes, the taste of whiskey on your lips
still haunting my every kiss - do you remember it?
still haunting my every kiss - do you remember it?
The sound of walking had been none-other than Zariah, walking a slow circle in a room not far from where Maea had stopped. With wild curls crowning her head, precariously tall heels still on her feet despite the terrain, the Archmage had chosen the location for its darkness and damp atmosphere. It was the perfect place to work on her magic, continuing to hone her skill. Even one such as her required practice not to get rusty after all.
Not to mention, she hadn't yet mastered all of the magics there were yet.
In the center of the open space was a lantern, burning brightly. From it, she manipulated the flames, dancing about the cave with grace and skill. She controlled more than its motion though, changing its properties even. Waves of heat caused it to flare blue as neared puddles of water, the intensity and density of the flames ebbing and flowing to keep it alive under these non-ideal conditions. But even as focused as she was, Zariah was aware of her surroundings, and the quiet footsteps of the other person did reach her ears. "And just who might you be?" she said in a low, if a bit disinterested, tone, her back towards the pale girl.
Not to mention, she hadn't yet mastered all of the magics there were yet.
In the center of the open space was a lantern, burning brightly. From it, she manipulated the flames, dancing about the cave with grace and skill. She controlled more than its motion though, changing its properties even. Waves of heat caused it to flare blue as neared puddles of water, the intensity and density of the flames ebbing and flowing to keep it alive under these non-ideal conditions. But even as focused as she was, Zariah was aware of her surroundings, and the quiet footsteps of the other person did reach her ears. "And just who might you be?" she said in a low, if a bit disinterested, tone, her back towards the pale girl.
