[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

Why anywhere?

Ori’s question strikes a chord in the little flame’s chest. Brunhilde cocks her head to the side, golden eyes narrowing to contemplative slits. Such a question, one of the types she tells herself she does not ponder often, gives her pause in a face-to-face moment such as this. She can give an honest answer, one that cuts deeply through her molten core; but, such honesty requires a penchant for self-reflection and a vulnerability the woman does not hand out often (or ever, really).

Litotes is why, she could tell Oriash. Litotes and Kensa sent her this way. Maybe even the brood of children her parents hoard are to blame. Hildy has never been one to share, and her father’s imprisonment left her with an insatiable hunger to please him. Loess is a conquest she can take on, she thinks. Here she will remain while her father takes the East and her mother swallows her tongue. Perhaps when their heads finally pop off, her ability to keep seeking power will finally be good enough.

“No, I imagine not,” is Brun’s murmured response. Her eyes remain small and pensive. “Kagerus and Solace hold no love for our home.”

The noise of the flame’s throat clearing follows her companion’s final question. The once princess peers into the distance beyond Ori, focusing only when a butterfly flutters too closely to her face. Finally, she settles a falsely tranquil stare upon the illusionist opposite her. Her shoulders shrug in a smooth, casual roll. “I like the horses that want to watch the world burn, and Loess is full to the brim of them. I don’t know that I want violence, but I know that for now I don’t mind watching it.” Not once does she think she should shut her mouth, even as her response is miles from the truth and paints her in a wild light. “I’m Brunhilde, by the way. The daughter of a man that really does not like your moms.”

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]