anyone;

[Hestia]

She thinks she understands the risks and thinks that she’s calculated every angle possible to keep her kingdom on top. She thinks that all the time she’s spent rolling the politics over in her head is enough. She hopes that she is doing the right thing and that this tightrope walk she teeters on will bear her weight. She doesn’t know what is coming, what her stance will spark in Beqanna. She doesn’t know that when she coaxes the fire to life in her kingdom that, like a fire, it will spread and grow in others, till it is out of her control. It will eat the land until almost all the kingdoms hold new rulers and laws that will rock the boat she thinks she will have maneuvered so skillfully.

There are unknowns, circumstances, and uncontrolled obstacles that attempt to bulldoze everything she tries to build. They can’t though, in this she has been skillful, in this she does achieve something. As she builds the risks become more precarious, harder to spot, and harder to avoid. The pitfalls of ruling will find her, luckily she has prepared. His words strike true and she takes her time thinking on them. She’s been so busy trying to right her wrongs and hating her pride that she’s not thought of the alternative. If no one tries, then nothing will ever change. Her voice is quiet and gentle in its tone. Isn’t that why Beqanna took herself from them in the first place? Because no one cared to try?

A slight waver, something she mules over listening to every word he speaks. They fall silent her leaning on him, and him allowing it. The salty air embracing them in its own strange form of warmth and comfort. Her lip twitches at his response. Only time will tell I suppose. Her green eyes flick towards his slitted ones once more. A little less darkness in her face than when they’d begun their conversation. Perhaps I can persuade you to consider coming back to Nerine someday. Even if it’s not today. She pauses for a moment before finishing. At least know that you are welcome here anytime you wish. And if anyone gives you trouble just let me know. She quips her words as she senses that he could easily care for himself. There would be no reason for him to need her, even here. Still, something urges her to let him know, indirectly of course, that he count her as a friend.

If it wasn’t for the fact that she knows he’s Nayl’s son, a woman she still sees as that teenager romping around the Jungle… every time. A gentle sigh, it’s a pity really. Ah well, such is life. A gull screeching overhead lets her know that the fish are coming to the surface to feed where they will be easy prey for the predatory birds who call to one another. The sky matches herself when she blazes with uncontrollable rage that if she is not careful may one day consume her in its righteous heat, until she is but ash to be remade. How do you feel about flying?

A sparkle of mischief glints from the low dipping sun. Separating herself, so that he does not get burned from her igniting. She unfurls her wings letting the flames stretch and warm her insides until they burst from her skin the source being of her bones and wings. She opens her eyes once more the black of her pupils filled with the flame that kindles in her soul. She waits for him to unfurl his own wings for her to take off power filling her with a rush as the solidity of the ground falls from beneath her hooves. Hestia never thought that she would enjoy this, until Walter showed her otherwise. Now she wonders how she’s spend such an eternity without.

HESTIA

The devil whispered in my ear, you’ll never survive the storm
I whispered back, I am the storm

@[Castile] Sorry for the wait, seriously they are awesome.