cold in the violence after the war
hope is a fire to keep us warm
She’s not entirely certain she likes it here. Dad didn’t like it, that much is clear. And, well, if Dad doesn’t like it she’s not sure she should either. But she has Dagen here, and Lio is talking to her, so it’s really not that boring at least.
She’s been sticking close to Dad, but when Dagen decides to sneak off, of course she notices. She’d been distracted for only like, a minute when he wanders off. ’Wait! Where’d he go, Lio?’ As if her head friend would know that. But maybe he’d been paying more attention than she had been.
Honestly, it was really rude of him to go exploring without telling her. With a huff, she drops her nose to the dusty ground. Sniffs. Sneezes rather violently when the dust tickles her nose. With a scowl, she lifts her head again and looks around. ‘Maybe he went this way?’
It seems as good as any other, so she trots forward, determination fueling her buoyant step. Perhaps it was luck or that weird connection twins have, but somehow she had managed to go the right way. Moments later she tops a little hill and nearly stumbles right into him. “Dagen!” she yelps in mixed surprise and excitement. She’d done it though! ‘Lookit that Lio! Just like Dad!’
Suddenly remembering her irritation with him for disappearing on her, she butts his hip with her head. “You left me!’ she accuses, blue gaze glowering as she pushes forward. She can’t seem to hold onto her upset for long though, especially when she notices the boy who had apparently drawn Dagen’s attention. To show her forgiveness, she nips him affectionately on the shoulder before turning her attention to the green and white colt. Her eyes are bright with curiosity, ears perked sharply forward. The very opposite of her brother’s flat disinterest.
“I’m Brazen,” she adds in a chipper voice, lips stretching into a grin as she introduces herself without prompting. “Hi!”
Brazen
