It's said she's made of storm cells
and a wild wolf's hungry heart

As she moved closer to him, she noticed his head lifting – what was it? She was an innocent child, practically begging to be noticed by someone other than her twin in strange ways that she didn’t know what they meant quite yet. One day, sure, she’d learn. And she’d use it to her advantage, much like her mother had done for many years before Helovia. She’d learn how to use it to get where she wanted to be, despite how many hearts broke in the process. But for the time being she was an innocent filly just toying with the primal instincts that lined her insides and beat against her golden chest. And when she stopped beside him, she felt the anticipation grow within her like condensation. Growing, growing, growing until finally she felt the gentle breeze of his breath as it raked across her back. The flames flickered, shifting from their original shapes of deer to take on an approach she hadn’t even thought of before. They shifted, and instead of taking on the familiar form of wolves with gnashing teeth and wide set jaws, she felt his breath and they shifted into a fox.

They stood serenely along her backside, long orange tails flickering with light as they danced in a display of power, strength, and showing her innocence with an alluring hint of instinct as it raged through her chest. She felt her back shiver with the feeling as his tusk brushed by a piece of her ebony mane as it stood along her neck as Khairi began to bury his face further into the tufts. Her head swiveled to him, unable to see him very well but able to see the broad muscles that lined his neck and chest already despite being only a bit older than herself. But where Romina was small and lithe, Kiada had been filling out. She was broader, stronger looking, with longer legs and a larger muscular body that was dappled in an almost opalescent sheen as the light flickered across her spots.

And as they waited, nothing was happening. He hadn’t officially touched her and she found it to be almost agonizing in this wait. But when she heard his words it sent another tiny shiver down the filly’s spine. Then she spotted something glinting in the corner of her eye as she looked upon his mottled coat. He moved the object further into her sight, aqua orbs taking in the sight of the beautiful bronze object. She felt the gentle push from him – nothing like the rugged pulse from their prior meeting that had her off her feet. No, this one was gentler as it brushed her mane aside, tossing her white forelock from her inky face with little care. She watched the object, drinking in the moment and the scents around them as the tiny gears began to move which in turn caused the wings to flap. Her eyes widened briefly as she looked at this tiny metallic object, ivory tipped ears standing attentive at the tiny machine. “That’s so beautiful.” Kiada’s voice was a mere whisper on the artificial breeze. She wished she had the power to make it move. She suddenly found herself wishing that she could anything other than the things she were gifted from birth to at least be useful. She watched the object for a few more seconds before turning her head away, reluctantly pulling her eyes from the tiny bronze object toward the ground. “I wish I could’ve helped you make it work.” The voice that came from the filly was almost defeated, a new tone that she hadn’t quite experienced out in the open yet. She didn’t move from him, then. She stood, head lowered slightly as she cursed herself for not being graced with being useful.

"Talk."

that she's learnt the lightning's secret—

to ripping darkened skies apart.

Kiada