When we can’t control fire,
we name it “wild”
If all the tasks the outsiders needed help with were this simple, Alina would have an easy time collecting the parts she needed. However, she wasn't going to hold out much hope for that. Still, it was almost pleasant, to be painting on a fine Leafchange day.
She even found herself humming, an old tune passed down through generations of Fae. It spoke of victory in battle and grace in defeat, and none in the Hollowed Ground were likely to have heard it before. As she went on to work on the last of the paint job, she found that it suited her triumphant mood quite well.
Alina paints the last of the exterior.
She even found herself humming, an old tune passed down through generations of Fae. It spoke of victory in battle and grace in defeat, and none in the Hollowed Ground were likely to have heard it before. As she went on to work on the last of the paint job, she found that it suited her triumphant mood quite well.
Alina paints the last of the exterior.
when we can’t control God,
we name it “war”
ALINA
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