tell the ones you love, you love them

do not fear the dark, wolf cub, for when the sun leaves the world,

She glances back at him, a bit of pride crossing her face, a laugh of happiness that something had gone right. And then, his praise only adds to it, a wider flash of a grin – forgetting all about her anxieties and worries that had spread along her very bones in favor for familiarity, for fun. And this was working to distract her entirely. So she slips over and collects the knife from the dummy, grabs his own as well to hand back before they’re drifting further in.

The openness of it is nice, she decides, though she makes a point to avoid it during the day. However, in the blanket of night, all of it and the snow was a welcome reprieve – especially seeing as she couldn’t feel the bite of winter anymore. A small blessing, she supposes, perhaps accepting it much like how she’d had her fire magic when she’d lived along the Basin’s snowy cliffs.

Her gaze drifts toward the wall, with the notches settled within, brows pinching together ever so slightly as she tries to figure it out. And he tells her to try the wall, and so try she does. She stretches out her hands and her arms, not like she needs to but out of habit, and steps toward it – placing her fingers in the start of a notch, looking up for the next space and trying to determine where to put her feet. And she begins to climb.

the world fears you

KIADA