I was looking for a breath of life
another taste of divine rush
While I wouldn’t call Shaytan gullible or stupid, when an illogical idea is presented rather logically, she is liable to believe it to be good. Especially if they invoke Straia’s name. Kushiel hit the nail on the head with that one. Good job, Kushiel!
They stand there, glowering at each other until he douses his flames, issuing a sort of apology. Well, yes, they sort of did. They’ve never really interacted with each other. Shaytan saw him at the burning of the Tree, and then here he was again, with his flames and assaulting the tree. She supposes he’s right. They don’t know each other. And there is more to Shaytan than her bunny killing predilection. Shay bites the inside of her cheek and then looks away, her version of acquiescing and acknowledging that yes, they did and she is sort of sorry.
He continues, and Shay doesn’t know if she buys what he’s saying. The tree actually likes the flames? Her face scrunches up as she tries to process the idea. Ok, sure, fire is fire. But the tree’s fire is special fire. She sputters out, “It likes it?” and then her lips press into a flat line and she fixes Kushiel with a skeptical stare. “I’m not sure I believe that. Shaytan visibly hemms and haws and it isn’t until the stallion invokes Straia that she sighs and harumphs a little. “I guess you’re right. That is what Straia would want.” She gives him a little suspicious sideways glance. Suddenly, she blurts out, “But I’m going to lay down, instead.”
And on that, the spotted mare won’t budge an inch.
Shaytan
so many lives
so many pairs of eyes