AISHA
the night and the dark appreciate
He continued, inciting another series of snowfolk players who would spin the tale before them. Aisha brought her gaze back to the flurries, lost in the magic of it all, reminded she were still on this earth and not in some mystic alternate plane only by the strain in her muscles from pulling the beast and the cold that nipped at the exposed skin around her eyes. She listened to his story and fell into it.
They'd left the sea and entered the ice, all part of the same story in the long run. They pulled the ursur past snow caverns that he assembled with his will, he spoke of excursions to spite their oppressors, retaliations that would not cease. She could imagine the fear, the anger, that might still echo those caverns even after they deserted them for this Aurora Basin.
This story of revenge was not a physical kind, rather than revenge it felt like recognition. Getting what was due despite the opposition. "It's beautiful," she said lightly, "we had colors like that in my home." Aurora over a different kind of mountain, the plateau of the eastern kingdom would be littered in rainbows from the waterfalls around. She missed it, and from the intricacy and detail he'd put into this icy recreation, he thought fondly of this memory too.
They'd left the sea and entered the ice, all part of the same story in the long run. They pulled the ursur past snow caverns that he assembled with his will, he spoke of excursions to spite their oppressors, retaliations that would not cease. She could imagine the fear, the anger, that might still echo those caverns even after they deserted them for this Aurora Basin.
This story of revenge was not a physical kind, rather than revenge it felt like recognition. Getting what was due despite the opposition. "It's beautiful," she said lightly, "we had colors like that in my home." Aurora over a different kind of mountain, the plateau of the eastern kingdom would be littered in rainbows from the waterfalls around. She missed it, and from the intricacy and detail he'd put into this icy recreation, he thought fondly of this memory too.
the light and the heat we generate
