08-29-2016, 04:00 PM
ROMEK
Of course, the chill of the Tundra is one that takes a little getting used to at first. He knew it more than well enough, having been born in the hottest of the Beqanna climes and then having grown up in it, lived in it for the vast majority of his life. No doubt this is how the fire girl feels, surrounded by ice and snow. But there’s always warmth somewhere, whether that be pressed up against your family, or in one of the rather expansive limestone caves. It was a cold place, but there were pockets of warm, if you knew where to look.
He’s wandering around the Tundra, musing on his Maribel and their coming children, when he hears a very familiar, and very welcome voice. His face breaks into a smile as he trots to his daughter to close the distance between them quicker.
”And what did little-Lili-fire-face do today, then?” he responds, as she rattles off a list of activities that she has completed and Romek nods approvingly, laughing at her story of the deer, choosing not to butt in until she has completely finished.
”You certainly speak like a wildfire, little one.” he says. ”As for fires, I’m not too sure the King would be happy with you setting fire to his poor kingdom and all its sparse shrubbery. How about we take a little exploring trip and we see if there’s any abandoned herdlands that you can practice in. How does that sound? And I’m sure it would be okay to practice your fires in the mountains, although perhaps don’t go up there until summer, okay? In winter the snows are fierce, and in spring the melting is unpredictable, and dangerous.”
He pauses for breath, beaming down at his girl. ”I must say, I am proud of your ambitions. Keep practicing, and someday you may burn down the whole of Beqanna on your own!”
He reaches down to snuffle her mane and between her shoulder blades. She truly was entirely too precious.
He’s wandering around the Tundra, musing on his Maribel and their coming children, when he hears a very familiar, and very welcome voice. His face breaks into a smile as he trots to his daughter to close the distance between them quicker.
”And what did little-Lili-fire-face do today, then?” he responds, as she rattles off a list of activities that she has completed and Romek nods approvingly, laughing at her story of the deer, choosing not to butt in until she has completely finished.
”You certainly speak like a wildfire, little one.” he says. ”As for fires, I’m not too sure the King would be happy with you setting fire to his poor kingdom and all its sparse shrubbery. How about we take a little exploring trip and we see if there’s any abandoned herdlands that you can practice in. How does that sound? And I’m sure it would be okay to practice your fires in the mountains, although perhaps don’t go up there until summer, okay? In winter the snows are fierce, and in spring the melting is unpredictable, and dangerous.”
He pauses for breath, beaming down at his girl. ”I must say, I am proud of your ambitions. Keep practicing, and someday you may burn down the whole of Beqanna on your own!”
He reaches down to snuffle her mane and between her shoulder blades. She truly was entirely too precious.
fuck all your dreams, they’re not all they seem