MINYA
take that look from off your face
you ain't gunna burn my heart out
you ain't gunna burn my heart out
She is as brilliant as the gem flowers that sway at her feet. Her hair tangles through their sharp petals, strands parting like cobwebs on the wind. It frays the silk of her hair like the winds of time pick at a banner.
Though Minya seems to unravel, though the gem flowers turn their faces to her (as though she were the sun) she does not look at them. Instead she steps, nimble and light, through this new sea of glass.
She listens to the song, she listens to how her body thinks it might move to this strange melody. Minya knows too how the flames would dance and laugh in the presence of such curious song. There is grass of the finest glass and it shatters beneath her feet. It feels like bones and the muscles along the curve of her back grow tight, tight, tight. No longer is she water - a girl moving with such fluid grace, but she is instead sharper, more disjointed.
Shattering, shattering, shattering. Oh she hears it everywhere now. Is this what is feels like, she thinks as her feet crunch, to feel an enemy break beneath one’s felling touch? Her lips are a sharp dagger line, her cheeks the curve of a god’s scythe and her lashes the softest part of her, dark and glittering.
The broken girl walks with her head held high, with her lashes low and her silver eyes (brighter than the moon, than mercury and all the metal found upon Denocte’s ships) gazing out. Oh if she opens her lips just a little more, she thinks she might taste the blood of ghosts here. She wonders how red the water runs as it leaches through this violent soil.
The flowers are a mystery, as much a mystery as the slender girl that weaves her way through them in a river of steel. Minya is steel, she is made to weather any storm. This day she stands in the heart of this gem-meadow, adorned in her own assortment of precious stones, and listens to the stories Bellum Steppe has to offer her.
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***STAFF EDIT
@Minyahas rolled a 3! Perhaps she has decided to pick a flower to take home with her; however, bad luck will dog her heels for the next 1 RL month (half an IC season). You can decide what the details of her bad luck entail, pm @nestle or @sid if you want ideas!
