KEAHI

Die Sonne scheint mir aus den Händen, Kann verbrennen kann euch blenden

He has abandoned her. The obsidian minx had fled Helovia many months ago, when the lands were absorbed by an eternal night, the only way she could keep Him with her. When the light returned to her old home, so did she, but still there is no sign of her Heavenly Father. The disappointment is evident in her tense features, movements tighter than usual, leonine tail flicking behind her in exasperation. Cloven hooves carry her forward in a short-paced trot in the bright hotness of midday, light glistening in her black satin hide as emerald globes are diverted to the skies. At least He is there, his mild face shining down upon her, revitalizing her figure with his gentle summer's caress. The heat does not seem to bother her, rather loosen up her tensions as she strides forward, slowing to a stroll as she comes across the borders to His kingdom once more.

Her mind wanders to those she met during her last stay, wondering if any of them are still present. Viserys probably is not; if there was ever any justice in the world, he would've gone and gotten himself killed by now. The thought makes her smirk. He is without a doubt the most useless creature and the most inflated ego she has ever met, all in one. Well, maybe with the exception of Mauja. A bitter snarl momentarily graces her exotic features, painting her quite grim as she thinks of her first journey through the Threshold. Back then, he had approached her, but in the end assaulted her and left her defenseless and bleeding in his wake. And no such deed goes unpunished. Her revenge had been grand, the scheme of it still makes shivers run through her body whenever her mind replays that glorious flame. She had indeed burned his home down, with the encouragement of her Heavenly Father. And on top of the vengeance she had been further rewarded with the gift of fire, breathed into her body by the Lord of Flame himself. Now, when she glances around at the bristle grass, it is tempting to once again let her feelings of fervour spill over, see the orange flame dance across the land. But she holds back - this is not the time, nor place.

Slender, inverted lobes perk forward curiously as she halts upon a small hill, amber-flecked gaze scouting the figures that move before her. Keahi enjoys having a clean slate, starting over, something that is so rarely an opportunity. And yet it is not like her earthly relations has ever meant much to her. The smirk grows to a smile, and she stands still, crania raised high with her thin tresses whipping furiously around her in a playful breeze. She's back.