[SWE] Festival of Lights 311 PC

KIADA i wish that i could say, i am a light that never goes out. It has been a blending of thoughts, of feelings and sensations. In one moment, the searing burn of fire and lava, swallowing her up, condemning and agreeing with Kisamoa-turned-Kaos that the fire she often wielded would be her ruin. But that was before. Because once there was fire, then there was peace. A simmering flame eating away to peaceful darkness. And that’s when she hears it. Come— And she goes. Follow— And she follows. Darkness makes way for light, for lanterns, for dead sensations at her fingertips, the realization that there are voices and people. People whom she knows and people whom she doesn’t. It isn’t until she’s breaking away from the group, from the suffocation of it all, leaving the fire and the darkness behind to realize that she is not alone. Her eyes search for Chulane, a predatory stillness to her not granted by her once Attuned abilities. She searches and searches — She doesn’t find her lover. But she finds her father instead. And all that fire crumbles down around her as she bolts to him, arms outstretched to drag him into a crushing hug. Home. Home at last. but i flicker from time to time.