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with weightless souls; alita - isilme - 05-29-2019 isilme steady as the stars in the woods She is a restless child. The world of Beqanna is big, and Isilme has seen so little of it. She hasn’t been anywhere, really, outside of Silver Cove, though she finds it dreadfully boring there. It’s beautiful, yes, and she loves her mother and sister, but she wants to explore. She tries to follow her mother to Tephra as she leaves for the war—yearning for excitement and positive of her invincibility—but is quickly shut down by her mother and Spot. She hears the stories of Loess, the central-most kingdom, and their holding of healers in captivity and Isilme can’t help but be simultaneously horrified and fascinated. So, naturally, Loess is the next place she wants to visit, once the war is over and fewer eyes are watching her. She doesn’t tell Spot where they’re headed on this bright spring day, and he follows behind the little lion cub loyally. Occasionally, she grows tired of walking and throws herself on the ground in a silent tantrum. No one else in her family—her mother, nor Austra, not even Clayton—had wings like she did, so she had yet to learn how to use them. Eventually, with Spot’s patience (and a few eye rolls), the zebra and the lion-girl reach the rocky hills of Loess. She shifts back into her horse form, dragon wings tucked tightly to her golden side. She understands that she is less threatening as a young girl than a lion (though whether she is threatening at all is certainly up for debate), and although she doesn’t respect boundaries, she still doesn’t want to join the captives. careless and young, free as the birds that fly @[alita] RE: with weightless souls; alita - alita - 06-02-2019 and I can't get to sleep with that wolf outside my door Alita finds that Loess is not quite as big as she had once imagined. Alita @[isilme] RE: with weightless souls; alita - isilme - 06-20-2019 oh, i was reckless, once was breathless She doesn’t recognize the stench of grief in Loess. She is unfamiliar with the feeling of loss and profound sadness. Her life so far had been privileged, to be sure; surrounded by love and a full family. Her mother and father weren’t married (quite the opposite; they fought constantly), but they were both still good to her and Austra, and Isilme had never felt as though she was missing anything. She certainly hadn’t known death before—unless, of course, you count the insects and squirrels she enjoyed hunting. She is disappointed when she doesn’t notice a shift in the air when she arrives in Loess. It’s just a land, like any other. Isilme does, however, feel a shift when a girl lands in front of her with a devilish grin. Surprisingly, it isn’t the first time that Spot has been threatened by being eaten. He is a companion to a lion, after all; one with a particularly aggressive attitude. “Obviously, I would’ve eaten him already if he was my lunch,” she says, the eye roll that follows automatic. “No, he’s my friend. This is Spot.” All he does is sigh loudly in response. “I’m Isilme,” she says, studying the girl in front of her: blue and golden, haloed and sharp-toothed. She is graceful in ways that Isilme has never been—she is beautiful, yes, but rough. Everything she does is a little harder, a little more forced, but Alita is soft and smooth. Isilme’s eyes trace the curves of Alita’s back, her hips, before re-focusing on her wings. She shuffles her own wings, shifting her weight back and forth before blurting, “Can you show me how to fly? I haven’t learned yet.” isilme RE: with weightless souls; alita - alita - 07-06-2019 and I can't get to sleep with that wolf outside my door If there is grief in the air at Loess, or rage or any other emotion, it does not touch Alita. She does not feel it, does not become overly distracted by it. Instead, she feels nothing but the freedom that she has been afforded her entire life. She lives with her father and adoptive mother, but she is largely left to her own devices which suits her just fine. It gives her the freedom to roam and explore and be herself. Alita @[Isilme] RE: with weightless souls; alita - isilme - 07-17-2019 oh, i was reckless, once was breathless It’s easy to look at this blue and gold girl, she thinks. She tries not to let her eyes linger for too long, but Alita doesn’t seem to be bothered by her gaze anyway. Isilme is still for a moment, then, before turning her head, looking down at the center of Loess (probably pleased that she is both physically and metaphorically above them all). Alita seems so confident, so unconcerned, even when she stumbles over Isilme’s name. Isilme turns back to the girl, smiling slightly, her amusement obvious. “Sure, that’s what my family calls me,” she says, shrugging. Then, grinning: “but it is kinda weird you can’t say it. It’s pretty easy.” She ignores the fact that she doesn’t know the sharp-toothed girl’s name. She blinks, turning her topaz eyes to Spot. “Oh that’s fine, he can stay! He won’t mind.” She tosses her silver and golden head, motioning at Spot. Go away, she says to him. He scrunches his mouth in annoyance but turns to find some foliage to snack on. “Okay, this is what I can do. Ready?” She says giddily before jumping straight into the air, and with one large flap of her wings, she is airborne for about ten seconds before falling back to the ground with a thud. She laughs—a deep, joyous laugh that erupts from her belly—before turning back to the other girl. “Impressed?” isilme @[alita] RE: with weightless souls; alita - alita - 08-03-2019 and I can't get to sleep with that wolf outside my door Alita takes no offense when the other girl ribs her for not being able to pronounce it. “I can’t say a name but you can’t fly,” she says bluntly, rolling her shoulders and then giving a devilish smile. “So really who is weird?” Her smile deepens in the corner and she feels a strange warmth in her chest—something like companionship or something and she relaxes into the sensation, into the feeling of being known. Alita @[Isilme] |