02-10-2018, 04:13 PM
The crumbling cliff falls away at her feet as she perches precariously at its edge. The wind whistles across the vast, open water, snatching at her tangled locks and slipping past her laced blue and white skin. She pays little mind to the way the wind tugs at her, pulling her mane into a wild disarray, gentle fingers futilely attempting to draw those wayward strands along. She breathes deeply of the familiar air, scents of sand and salt overlaying the softer smell of the water.
She had left Nerine, but she had never truly been gone. Heartfire had always been there, unseen and unheard, but present nonetheless. Nerine is her kingdom, and always would be. It could not leave her behind any more than she could leave it behind.
Perhaps they had moved forward (nothing stands still, after all. Especially not this kingdom), but she would ensure they had not forgotten her. She had done too much for this kingdom, and if there is anything stronger than this kingdom, it is only the iron of her will.
A new queen might reign, but she would learn quickly just what Heartfire meant to this kingdom. And what the kingdom meant to her. She does not come crawling back pitiful and meek, and she would have her due. Perhaps she and this new Queen Hesita could come to an accord. Perhaps not. Either way, she would find quickly that Heartfire does not beg. She might ask politely, or she might simply take, but never would she beg.
Casting her sight out, she finds the new Queen, replacing her sight temporarily with a vision of the coastline she now stands upon. Her unique calling card, a way to draw the woman to her. It had to be disorienting for someone who had never experienced it before (it has been too long since Heartfire had known anything but her unique sight, so she could not say for certain), but if the woman were any kind of queen at all, she would immediately investigate such a thing. And that suits Heartfire’s purposes just fine.
She had left Nerine, but she had never truly been gone. Heartfire had always been there, unseen and unheard, but present nonetheless. Nerine is her kingdom, and always would be. It could not leave her behind any more than she could leave it behind.
Perhaps they had moved forward (nothing stands still, after all. Especially not this kingdom), but she would ensure they had not forgotten her. She had done too much for this kingdom, and if there is anything stronger than this kingdom, it is only the iron of her will.
A new queen might reign, but she would learn quickly just what Heartfire meant to this kingdom. And what the kingdom meant to her. She does not come crawling back pitiful and meek, and she would have her due. Perhaps she and this new Queen Hesita could come to an accord. Perhaps not. Either way, she would find quickly that Heartfire does not beg. She might ask politely, or she might simply take, but never would she beg.
Casting her sight out, she finds the new Queen, replacing her sight temporarily with a vision of the coastline she now stands upon. Her unique calling card, a way to draw the woman to her. It had to be disorienting for someone who had never experienced it before (it has been too long since Heartfire had known anything but her unique sight, so she could not say for certain), but if the woman were any kind of queen at all, she would immediately investigate such a thing. And that suits Heartfire’s purposes just fine.
I see your sins
Heartfire
and I want to set them free.
@[Hestia]