[open] no dreams of sunshine and rainbows

[brunhilde]

i'm a geyser, feel it bubbling from below
hear it call, hear it call, hear it call to me, constantly

If she were ever to truly think about what she is saying, perhaps she would have passed Oriash with a little shrug of her shoulders. She would know that the daughter of her father’s once-enemies has little to do with her. She would wander back into the shadowed trees of Loess and mind her damn business. Alas, she hardly ever realizes her tongue is a swinging sword and her words the resulting bloody laceration.

Brunhilde’s eyes rake over the sides of the young woman, glittering with what might be anticipation. She thinks that Loess suits her more than Silver Cove ever could. Ori’s tucked tri-color wings and dangerous-looking antlers blend perfectly with the wild scenery of their kingdom. A territory as silky and calming as the Cove might chew her up and spit her right back out. Hildy, at least, thinks that is what the East does to those that do not suit their image. Perhaps they both would fit better beneath her father’s rule, perhaps not.

Her mind wanders a little too much, and the short reply Oriash offers barely draws her back to reality. The flame’s distant gaze clears to focus steadily on the quiet blue of her new companion. She cocks her head, just a twitch, in thoughtful curiosity. It does not surprise her that Ori does not know her mother, considering she has remained in Loess after her imprisonment; still, she finds such a fact fascinating and chews on it to savor its full flavor. “I wouldn’t know either, actually,” is the concession she finally settles on. She offers no elaboration.

“Why Loess, then? Do you wish to seek out your mothers?” The answers to these questions are none of her damn business, but Hildy has yet to learn how to deny herself.

and hear the harmony only when it's harming me
it's not real, it's not real, it's not real enough

Brunhilde

@[Oriash]