The Academy: for hypatia; burn tiger

Does time freeze? Or simply her breath? She watched Hypatia, the fire burning, and she reached out, lungs thick with the scent of smoke, curling her neck around the mare that leaned against her side. She wonders when she became so comfortable in companionships, when the past has become simply that and slipped away. She smiles, the curving of her lips probably felt on the seer's shoulder. Oh, how the times had changed. They were no longer the same. She has seen faces of the wolves, and yes, their spirits are strong, but you can see the lines, feel the worries we all cant help but feel.

Could she leave them?

The wind, it touches her, coaxing, warm, but it does not give her an answer. She has to look to herself for that one, and there is only a moment of hesitation, "I'm not that strong.", flashes of a skeleton face, and she almost frowns. The sea is not her home. Perhaps, in this matter, she is selfish, "I'm sorry, Hypatia.", and she is, her voice open, sincere. Theres another few seconds that pass, and she doesnt move, only shifts her body to better support the weight of her flames, ones that loved to lick the fingers of the air, "Is there anything you can think to ask of me? Anything? I can't leave them, not yet...", not for the Reef, no, the salt had a different meaning.

magnolia

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Ambassador of the range

Seer for the elements

Sister to the Air