Burn slow, burning up the back walls; Kitra/Akbar/Qatar/Etro/Gaza (any of em <3)

[Volcan]

Volcan

Burn slow, burning up the back wall
Long roads, where the city meets the sky

She hesitates in being true to her word for a day or two after Vanquish’s return to her oasis. The smoke girl burns to bring honor to the family she has been so graciously adopted into, but therein lies her dilemma; she’s only truly met two members of the family, and only one face-to-face. She has a clear memory of the golden mare in the sky on the day of her birth from the sands, but she has failed to find the woman ever since. A more correct statement would be that Volcan has failed to find anyone; and although she hates to be a failure, she’s just a little too unsure to go waltzing into social gatherings right off the bat.

Best to take things slowly - to add kindling to the spark before true lumber.

With the sun beaming mercilessly down on the gangly yearling, she decides it will be now or never. Slivered eyes scanning the horizons, she wonders whether anyone will even hear her callings. To hell with it, She says softly, relishing how she can curse in her head whenever she wants. A true rebel, this one is. And anyhow, I’m close enough to the oasis; it’s just over there.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, Volcan lets loose a high-pitched whinny, inviting her unknown brothers and sisters to come and play ‘house’ with her, as it were. In the silence that follows her summons, Volcan shifts her weight uncomfortably; how exactly she is going to go about this delicately is a mystery. One she will have to figure out right quick.

This is not the end, this is just the world
Such a foolish thing, such an honest girl

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