03-26-2016, 08:26 AM
rise and rise again until lambs become lions
It’s a curious thing to be thrown at the world in such a careless way. Left to sift through a pile of ash, lost and confused in a world cloaked with shadows. If she knew any different she would thank the stars that this man had not brought with him creatures of the dark. Already life was dark and confusing and warm, strangely warm.
As he himself backs at her retreat her tiny ears flick forward, wondering just who this was. It is not a long wait before he is telling names and asking questions. Rhonan. The word sinks into her young mind, one of the first names she has been spoken, one of but not the only one she was gifted with.
Momma said I’m Issa.” She blinks her ambery eyes, reserved curiosity filling them as she watches the stranger. Her tiny head lifts just an inch, her nose jutting forward as she spreads her nostrils wide to smell. The scent new and real and different, much more different to her own, or the fading smell of her Mother. Soon she would likely forget the scent all together, instead she would remember the name she was given, just one other.
“I don’t know her name.” Ears fall flat against her ebony tufts of hair, making no difference in the way it projected upwards so comically. “She said I was to stay here with Dad, he’s called umm..Flame..Flame..” Something, he was called something like that, a name with fire and a hint of fear. It didn’t sound like a nice name or a kind one and little Issa worried about who she had been left to live with.
“It’s got Flame at the front but it’s a bigger name, I-ohhhhhh.” Worries fill her small voice, already she’s lost half a word, half a name- the most important of words mind you. Was she lost now?
As he himself backs at her retreat her tiny ears flick forward, wondering just who this was. It is not a long wait before he is telling names and asking questions. Rhonan. The word sinks into her young mind, one of the first names she has been spoken, one of but not the only one she was gifted with.
Momma said I’m Issa.” She blinks her ambery eyes, reserved curiosity filling them as she watches the stranger. Her tiny head lifts just an inch, her nose jutting forward as she spreads her nostrils wide to smell. The scent new and real and different, much more different to her own, or the fading smell of her Mother. Soon she would likely forget the scent all together, instead she would remember the name she was given, just one other.
“I don’t know her name.” Ears fall flat against her ebony tufts of hair, making no difference in the way it projected upwards so comically. “She said I was to stay here with Dad, he’s called umm..Flame..Flame..” Something, he was called something like that, a name with fire and a hint of fear. It didn’t sound like a nice name or a kind one and little Issa worried about who she had been left to live with.
“It’s got Flame at the front but it’s a bigger name, I-ohhhhhh.” Worries fill her small voice, already she’s lost half a word, half a name- the most important of words mind you. Was she lost now?
Issa
Phoenix shifting daughter of Flamevein and Bitch