Ni'Srilan: The Desert: Don't touch my sweetheart

Through ones fire
She, whom meaning of a word unspoken
Shall shatter your way of thoughts
Her heart and soul
Burning and prisoner
For that one kindred stag.

Once again, his thoughts were so easy to read. A smile of amusement slipped her lips like a gentle fragment being taken into thread. She left nothing to be exposed by his showing “anger” but his thoughts were loud and clear, giving her an opportunity to truly have some fun with him. He behaved just like a child, no wonder he got easily tricked to explosions. Cranium shook as the fiery overo heard her students name and she snorted with ease and without taking her eyes off him spoke within the silence. ”Do not say anything bad about my student Voraer; you should be the one to understand her mind when you act like this.” But hearing about the comment about bringing fire over the mountains made her laugh. He was a child and a dumb one too. Ah well, they need to behave as much as they like, as long as she wont be bitten because of it. But she recalled having him wonder who she was and hence she decided to speak up making it clearer, she hoped. ”And I am the Ambassador of Ni, Strandwolf’s’ lady. But that is not going to recall in your mind is it? You are easy to read my dear.” She was probably stepping on a minefield but did not care, he would have himself to calm down if not she would kick his ass. And besides, he wouldn’t dare hurt her unborn, would he?

The stated comment about the wolves and her unborn made the mare slightly confused of his personality but for now she resided it with ease. Her eyes elevated through her quest of seeking his true personality until she released her new sentence without hiding her rather sharp comments. ”And even if it is the air it does not mean you should not respect them. They are quiet powerful just like us. And my unborn are soon to come I hope, as long as I won’t be alone handling them. Ever had any children yourself?” Oh she was truly loving this sensation of trying to piss off others. But even so it was not something she did not handle. Her life was always calm and resentful so why not live in danger now and then? Of course, living in danger was fun as long as she could keep her life in safety. But even so she had been careful enough, setting her own mines in this field of each spoken rhythm and rhyme as this sing song serenade would soon enough show how much it deserved to become a fully developed lullaby.

Through ones fire
She, whom meaning of a word unspoken
Shall shatter your way of thoughts
Her heart and soul
Burning and prisoner
For that one kindred stag.

FIRE II
KAJIKOMORIUTA
A P P R E N T I C E
AMBASSADOR
STRANDWOLF & HYBRID THEORY