tell the ones you love, you love them

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

She climbs, and at first it seems to go well – the mix of speed and the power beneath her hands able to lift her up, to pull and push her higher and higher. And for a moment she feels almost as free as she once had while flying, with the wind beneath her proverbial wings. She pauses, not out of breath but out of curiosity, because Deimos has left the corner of her vision. And so she leans back, looking for him when he pops up beside her – a bit of surprise crosses her face before it’s masked with a smirk. “Show off.” She murmurs, before she’s pushing herself again, a bit faster this time.

A bit more recklessly too.

Because her hand slips right when her foot misses the cut out to try and catch herself, slipping off the ice and the snow, unable to hang onto her own weight. And down the Harpy goes, again, a brief moment where she tries to reach out for those wings that had once been within her only to find them gone, and she feels trapped for a moment, trapped like she had when her wings had failed her, burned and pained.

Only there’s no pain this time – just the what feels like quite a slow motion descent until her back hits the floor with an ‘oof’ and a quiet panic as she realizes when she opens her eyes that she’s still alive, and that there’s absolutely zero pain from hitting the icy ground. Just… An internal shift, a warring within her that has her surprised and relieved, but ultimately shocked.

the world fears you

KIADA