Aurelia
Aurelia vaguely notices his minute, subtle warnings, his skepticisms of a nature that so evenly matches something like fire. Not to be contained, she stubbornly holds her ground in the wake of his unicorn's glare, doing her best to ignore the way it makes her feel much smaller.
His words cut through, however. Perhaps if he intended on putting her down for blatant anger, it might've inspired a flash of flames of the more metaphorical sense. "Nothing," she begins with a crack in her voice, her vein of indignance running true in spite of that.
Her heart still hammers against her chest and in the back of her mind she is still reeling, but years of training still account for something meaningful. Even if she cannot apply the uses of swinging blades or tracking footprints to this scenario, she can garner a veneer of steadiness. Still, it shakes, because he wants to know what the issue is exactly. "I don't know- the vines-" but she doesn't know how to describe it, at a loss for words for a moment.
"I've been through that before, when it was real. The only reason I made it out alive was because someone else was there," she admits, voice lowering with a frustration that is more centered on her own shortcomings.
There's a pause. "I don't want to go through that again. I don't want to be..." weak.
His words cut through, however. Perhaps if he intended on putting her down for blatant anger, it might've inspired a flash of flames of the more metaphorical sense. "Nothing," she begins with a crack in her voice, her vein of indignance running true in spite of that.
Her heart still hammers against her chest and in the back of her mind she is still reeling, but years of training still account for something meaningful. Even if she cannot apply the uses of swinging blades or tracking footprints to this scenario, she can garner a veneer of steadiness. Still, it shakes, because he wants to know what the issue is exactly. "I don't know- the vines-" but she doesn't know how to describe it, at a loss for words for a moment.
"I've been through that before, when it was real. The only reason I made it out alive was because someone else was there," she admits, voice lowering with a frustration that is more centered on her own shortcomings.
There's a pause. "I don't want to go through that again. I don't want to be..." weak.
standing in the ashes of who I used to be
