Israfel
It wasn’t often that she felt useless, but it was all that Israfel was feeling during this particular encounter. Her eyes, sharp stabs of vermilion flame, darted furtively between those gathered around; she peered at the poison master Atreus, the gentle medic Fiona, the fierce storm that was Theodosia, and the troubled heart that was Asterion. This was her family, whether she know them well or not, whether she like it or not, but her skills were of no use here. Placidly, Solaris gifted her flames to continue to warm the gopher, but to what avail? Would it help? She had no fucking clue.
Teeth grinding in mounting frustration, the Sun Daughter held her ground as her head twisted towards the gophers and the mystery woman in their midst. Israfel’s eyes narrowed, catching the way that sunlight seemed to rise up her slender legs, giving them color in place of that dull, unassuming grey. Interesting. An ear flicked back, and her eyes rose, peering into the mare’s glistening eyes. Oh. Well then. Foolish though she could be, Israfel knew that there were things in the world she had no place to mettle in. This was one of them.
At Theodosia’s command, then Asterion’s adjoining remark, the Warden rolled her shoulders back and lifted her head with a notable frown marring rose-kissed lips. A single word was all she needed to use force. With or without her magic, she was a storm of flames and embers, and Terrastella? This was her home. This was their home, drowned and wretched as it might be, and it had seen enough destruction. A single word, and Solaris’ flames would switch from gentle and warming to blazing and dangerous.
“Best listen, little friends,” Israfel muttered, her patience waning, eyes once more focusing on the grey lady who had brought the gophers to their midst. Oh, but how she loathed to be helpful… Hopefully that would change in the wake of whatever the fuck this was.
Teeth grinding in mounting frustration, the Sun Daughter held her ground as her head twisted towards the gophers and the mystery woman in their midst. Israfel’s eyes narrowed, catching the way that sunlight seemed to rise up her slender legs, giving them color in place of that dull, unassuming grey. Interesting. An ear flicked back, and her eyes rose, peering into the mare’s glistening eyes. Oh. Well then. Foolish though she could be, Israfel knew that there were things in the world she had no place to mettle in. This was one of them.
At Theodosia’s command, then Asterion’s adjoining remark, the Warden rolled her shoulders back and lifted her head with a notable frown marring rose-kissed lips. A single word was all she needed to use force. With or without her magic, she was a storm of flames and embers, and Terrastella? This was her home. This was their home, drowned and wretched as it might be, and it had seen enough destruction. A single word, and Solaris’ flames would switch from gentle and warming to blazing and dangerous.
“Best listen, little friends,” Israfel muttered, her patience waning, eyes once more focusing on the grey lady who had brought the gophers to their midst. Oh, but how she loathed to be helpful… Hopefully that would change in the wake of whatever the fuck this was.
