the dead are gone
God she can get so tired of her sister some times.
Lexa storms into the meadow, muttering to herself in obvious frustration. She’d walked in on Larken practicing with her abilities this morning, only to discover that her sister had managed to tear down a good chunk of the Jungle by calling a vicious storms. The resulting fight between the two of them had been rather less than pleasant.
She still thinks she’d had the right of it. Larken is infinitely lucky that it had been a remote part of the Jungle she’d been practicing in, and that she’d been able to keep control of the storm despite her inexperience with her weather related abilities. She could have hurt someone by accident, or worse. If Larken had lost control of the storm …
Ugh. She doesn’t even want to think about how badly it could have gone.
For now though, she’s escaped to the meadow in search of a little distraction. She and Larken clearly need a little space from each other for the moment. Later, when they’ve both calmed down, Lexa can try and have another conversation with her … and hopefully help her sister see reason.
Easier said then done.
Sighing to herself, Lexa makes her way over to the edge of the lake that borders the meadow. The frigid winter temperatures have made it freeze over, creating the perfect picture of a little winter wonderland. Of course, she’s not at all used to the cold being from the Jungle, but she grits her teeth and bears it for the moment. Better than facing Larken’s temper tantrum anyway.
and the living are hungry.
lexa.
@[Daeryssa]
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