02-26-2017, 04:29 PM
Clear green eyes studied Lilitha, roving across the black of her coat without lingering overlong on the scars where wings had once been, taking in the changes in her appearance since they’d seen one another last almost three years ago. Lilitha stood tall and met those green eyes with unflinching, unblinking gold as Reagan offered to guide her home.
Home.
The word held almost as little meaning as family did, promised and stolen away long ago. “The fire still hurts,” she countered, calling forth a flicker of orange flame as if to prove it to herself. Her pupils dilated and her eyes drifted half-closed as sweet agony washed through her, lingering only a moment after she doused the flame. “I can try. There’s no harm in that. But I doubt I’ll be able to enter Taiga, not if the fire still burns me so.”
And I don’t know if I’ll fit even if I can.
Beqanna had cursed her to wander, but even if that curse was lifted, she had no ties to the land her fathe...Romek had fought so hard to win. Especially if he wasn’t even there. She smiled sadly at the news, swallowing hard against a wave of sorrow as she said, “I think the word father is a bit of a stretch, don’t you? I haven’t seen him since I told him I couldn’t follow him to Taiga. I hope he is well, but he’s not my father. I don’t have one, and I’ve gotten by just fine without one, just like I’ve managed fine without a mother. I’ll follow you to Taiga, and I’ll try to cross the border. But as for my wandering days being over, well, we’ll see.”
Home.
The word held almost as little meaning as family did, promised and stolen away long ago. “The fire still hurts,” she countered, calling forth a flicker of orange flame as if to prove it to herself. Her pupils dilated and her eyes drifted half-closed as sweet agony washed through her, lingering only a moment after she doused the flame. “I can try. There’s no harm in that. But I doubt I’ll be able to enter Taiga, not if the fire still burns me so.”
And I don’t know if I’ll fit even if I can.
Beqanna had cursed her to wander, but even if that curse was lifted, she had no ties to the land her fathe...Romek had fought so hard to win. Especially if he wasn’t even there. She smiled sadly at the news, swallowing hard against a wave of sorrow as she said, “I think the word father is a bit of a stretch, don’t you? I haven’t seen him since I told him I couldn’t follow him to Taiga. I hope he is well, but he’s not my father. I don’t have one, and I’ve gotten by just fine without one, just like I’ve managed fine without a mother. I’ll follow you to Taiga, and I’ll try to cross the border. But as for my wandering days being over, well, we’ll see.”