Posted by kalleis on June 29, 2008, 10:31 am, in reply to "i've got a pocket full of sunshine...and well, wind." kalleis
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Fire, fire, burning bright…
Kalleis thinks the fire is like a solace: it’s the warmth she lost, the warmth that wars the niggling coldness in the back of her mind and soul, slipping unnoticed between layers and layers of flesh and bone. The fire always comforted her, nurtured her in a way not even her precious, beautiful mother could. She wonders if it’s the same with everyone, with the others who bear an element awake in their bellies.
The fire nuzzles her and she, ignorant child, croons into it. Well, not so much a child – Kalleis is three now, almost old enough to bear her own, though she knows she won’t – but perhaps she has never aged; perhaps she’s suspended between that innocent joy of her early days and the madness that has struck her like lightning, because he was not there and she couldn’t help it.
Pirate is strange-familiar; Kalleis appreciates it. Her fire does not mind the wind – it is careless in its own self-confidence around the other element – and she tilts her head to the side, observing him. Perhaps he likes his wind like she loves her fire; but she’d never trade it. Not the heat and the brightness.
His suggestion makes her smile, though.
And at the same moment a band of fire sparks into existence before her – looking oddly like a bullwhip – and cracks in the air before him.
“Okay,” she shrugs lightly, grinning like a maniac through the glint of her summer-blue eyes as the band of fire resorts to curling itself tamely against her neck.
This should be fun.
daughter of war, daughter of love
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