When we can’t control fire,
we name it “wild”
Even with her dislike of outsiders, Alina wouldn’t miss a celebration of the old gods. So she flew from the portal to the Festival, lantern in one hand, staff that she was pretending was a walking stick in the other. Even at an event like this, she was cautious.
Landing a short distance away, she walked slowly to the gathering, a grimace on her lips the entire time. Practically glaring at anyone who got too close, she managed not to threaten anyone with her weapon. Still, her wings fluttered uneasily as she hung the lantern she'd made in honor of her parents. Stepping back, she regarded the intertwined trees drawn almost crudely in charcoal, with animals and weapons hidden in its leaves, branches, and roots.
Landing a short distance away, she walked slowly to the gathering, a grimace on her lips the entire time. Practically glaring at anyone who got too close, she managed not to threaten anyone with her weapon. Still, her wings fluttered uneasily as she hung the lantern she'd made in honor of her parents. Stepping back, she regarded the intertwined trees drawn almost crudely in charcoal, with animals and weapons hidden in its leaves, branches, and roots.
when we can’t control God,
we name it “war”
ALINA
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