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?
Zariah said nothing as the girl stepped in, watching her from the corner of her eye. Small. Timid. Weak. Certainly no threat. At first she said nothing to the way she twisted her own words - clever at the very least - and then, by some work of fate, the girl used magic of all things. She had good control of the water, but lacked confidence. Lacked audacity.
But everyone had to start somewhere, didn't they?
The flame in the lantern flared, the heat and growing in intensity and might before shooting from the lantern. The water would knock the metal container over, but the flame spun lazy circles and waves around its wielder instead. "Who might you be indeed..." she said, contemplatively. "Someone with potential. Cleverness. But the confidence and boldness of a child broken far too many times...a pity. Have you the will to be more?"
But everyone had to start somewhere, didn't they?
The flame in the lantern flared, the heat and growing in intensity and might before shooting from the lantern. The water would knock the metal container over, but the flame spun lazy circles and waves around its wielder instead. "Who might you be indeed..." she said, contemplatively. "Someone with potential. Cleverness. But the confidence and boldness of a child broken far too many times...a pity. Have you the will to be more?"
