Eros, any;

[Volcan]

volcan

Burn slow, burning up the back wall
Long roads, where the city meets the sky
Most days, most days stay the sole same
Please stay, for this fear will not die

For once she was truly speechless. She had led the way to Nerine in mute confusion, mulling over thoughts and words (for once!). This had not been the victory she had been hoping for. Even a loss would’ve been better than this - there’s a respect to be gained on the battlefield at least, and she would’ve visited Sylva with a feeling of kinship for her fellow soldier.


Once they reach the border, she turns back to face the stallion, her contempt as clear as day (though she is careful to keep her tone as polite as possible - after all he is a representative of Sylva and her radiance curtsy curtsy… Hestia may kill her to death if she witnesses Volcan being rude to a diplomat).

If you thought a spurned lover was bad, try a spurned fighter.
”Well. Here we are. Nerine. Wish one of us was covered in blood though... but there we go.”

She raises an eyebrow. Perhaps she could find some admiration in his ability to stick to his beliefs but… wait, no, no she couldn’t.

She leads him into the kingdom. ”There’s a tree, there’s another tree - you’ll have to excuse the mess, we had an autumn hurricane just the other day.” if she sounds bored...it’s because she is.

She spins suddenly to face the man, a scowl forming on her face.
”Why couldn’t you just fight me?” she demands. 

”Either you’re weak, or you think I am. Which one is it?”

I'd say pls excuse her irrationality but IT'S JUST SO FUN <3