[private] this fire inside me; selaphiel

[Kamaria]

K amaria begins to wonder if the boy’s heart is about to fly out of his chest. Her dark eyes watch as his flared nostrils anxiously suck air in and then expel it. Kamaria feels no deep level of concern for the boy’s evident fear, merely an interest in the way his body heaves over something that seems minuscule to her. Could he die if he keeps going on like this? What happens if his lungs get tired from breathing like that? Kamaria has watched her body heal itself over minor cuts and bruises, but Islas had told her everyone did not share that ability. Does this white colt have that capability? She is tempted to prod his anxiety further, just to see how long his body can handle it. But he says only shifters are allowed in Hyaline, so Kamaria decides to avoid an experiment. Instead, she lets her navy blue eyes peer into the darkness. Islas had told her that the world used to explode with light — that they could see for miles, that there used to be bright colors and life — and the girl pictures what the mountains might look like. It’s an abstract image, not entirely like the reality of Hyaline’s western borders, but it’s pretty enough that Kamaria wonders why anyone would want to hide it. “Well, that’s not cool,” she responds shortly. “Also, I’m just visiting. I don’t want to stay.” Her pale, dumortierite-freckled face turns back toward the colt. A cool expression lies on her delicate features, but beneath it, she tries to figure out what it feels like to be afraid of everything. She can’t imagine it feels very nice. Perhaps it even feels like how Kamaria’s mother feels lately (fatigued without her galaxies, unprotected without Tiercel, concerned for the life of her daughter). A soft sigh leaves Kamaria’s nostrils, a sound that feels much sweeter than any of her previous words. Simultaneously, she clumsily gathers tendrils of peace and sends them in the boy’s direction. Perhaps they will hit too softly; perhaps they will hit too hard. She has only had her mother to practice on, but lately, Islas has been turning each happy emotion into something sullen and sad. Regardless of how well her emotion works, Kamaria steps further into Hyaline and looks at the boy over her shoulder. “So, are you planning on showing me around, or are you going to go tattle on me?”

credit to nat of adoxography.

@[Selaphiel]