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02-14-2015, 07:07 PM
Aithniel
The first flame burned gloriously, but the second flame burns cold.
The first flame burned gloriously, but the second flame burns cold.
The fire child was an agent of destruction. Even from birth, she had managed to burn any relationship with her parents. Her very existence defied love and tenderness, and the flames that burst forth from her hooves only solidified this feeling. Aithniel was comfortable with this - for she could not be destroyed if she were the first to destroy. Sure, that might not be the best and most moral code, but it was the one she had currently adopted.
Thus all of this building and setting up was beyond her skills and thought. All she knew was that she had to gather what he said, and she didn't consider much else. The world was a large and cold place. All good things were eventually tainted or snuffed out. Only the strong flames burned. Only the cold flames that froze, unforgiving, with their heat. If she knew Iso was so perturbed by her words, she would feel bad, but she wasn't sure she would actually change anything she said.
All of this could be a charade. Aithniel looked up, finding that they were at the caves, and she listened to her friend. The large, fiery chasm churned below, and she looked at her hooves, seeing colorful gemstones. Absently, she took a few and then nodded to the side, seeing some sort of black, sticky substance. Aithniel took one of her rocks in her teeth and scraped the tar from the side until it stuck to the rock. Then, she set it down. "Smells horrible..." she grumbled. "But it's sticky."
But burn down our home
I won't leave alive
Please tag me in everything!
