FLORENTINE
always one decision away from a totally different life
She makes the worlds sing and cry and split as her dagger sinks its way through existence. Through a rip, glowing gold and red, the girl appears. Petals are scorched, smoke clings like a dragon’s breath to her skin.
Florentine makes no face of surprise as she appears before Raymond with dark eyes savage and bleak. The air ripples like water, her hair rises with static as the window knits shut like a cosmic wound.
At her throat her dagger is warm, but she looks out from the rocky outcrop upon which they stand and regards the jagged façade of her home. She thinks of the roaring sea between them and what it would be if there was no sea at all. But she already knows, she has walked upon a seabed where the water was lost so very long ago.
Yet this is novus, where magic is forgiving and strict. It does not change upon a whim, nor scold the undeserving. It does not keep this wild girl upon her toes, it does not thrill her like the changeable Rift once did. If she itches for adventure, it shows not. If she yearns for chaos, she hides it well.
Only the wind, loud and coarse, makes any sound between them. Only the wind dares stir the hair atop her nape. The soft down of her feathers ripple – the wind makes her soft, but politics has made her sharp. Inside Florentine has become made of too many sharp, sharp points. “You are a dick.” She hisses like a viper.
There is no part of her gaze that softens for him. There is no rise of her slender ears, there is no upward curve of her lips. She had saved his cat, she had tried twice to help him find her and all he returned were harsh words and ungrateful anger. She made him one of her Champions and he repaid her with defection. His letter appears, folded with edges singed and paper burned. What worlds had she dragged it through to be here? In silence the letter falls to his feet and Florentine turns from the shadow of her cliffs upon the horizon. “Enjoy this cursed kingdom, Raymond.”
And with that she turns to leave him where he stands, his letter unfurling as it rolls its way out to sea.
@Raymond | | oooer....
★ She is clothed with strength and dignity,
and she laughs without fear of the future ★
