i will still rise
She turns to Rhone with lightning searing through her veins, crackling off her wings until it seemed as though she had become a storm herself, feeding off the fury and the fear that holds her throat in a vice. “Thank you, Rhone,” She bites out as she wrestles with the magic, because the last thing they need right now is a storm that will wash away any leads they may be able to find -- the last thing she needs to do is make things worse, again, by failing to control herself.
She has done enough of that, lately.
She will not comment on the Commander’s performance -- she is a Cadet, after all, and it is not her place, but even she had chafed when the rumors had surfaced of the Commander’s impromptu journey to Solterra, of her gallivanting with the dreamweaver queen. There had been something darker beneath the frustration, something too close to jealousy for her to be comfortable, but still she said nothing even as others had questioned the motives behind the trip.
“Vespera will not bring him back,” Her lips flatten into a thin line at the mention of the goddess, her eyes darkening and the crackles of lightning growing more numerous until standing beside her became a danger of being shocked. “Gods do not meddle in the affairs of mortals unless it serves their own ends.” She had thought Vespera could be trusted, could perhaps be a better deity than her father -- but she had been wrong, and it still stung.
“Keep him safe for me, please.” She bows her head to Rhone briefly before she is in motion once more, throwing herself out past them and into the sky that has begun to gather storm clouds around them.
She will not rest until Erd has been returned.
She has done enough of that, lately.
She will not comment on the Commander’s performance -- she is a Cadet, after all, and it is not her place, but even she had chafed when the rumors had surfaced of the Commander’s impromptu journey to Solterra, of her gallivanting with the dreamweaver queen. There had been something darker beneath the frustration, something too close to jealousy for her to be comfortable, but still she said nothing even as others had questioned the motives behind the trip.
“Vespera will not bring him back,” Her lips flatten into a thin line at the mention of the goddess, her eyes darkening and the crackles of lightning growing more numerous until standing beside her became a danger of being shocked. “Gods do not meddle in the affairs of mortals unless it serves their own ends.” She had thought Vespera could be trusted, could perhaps be a better deity than her father -- but she had been wrong, and it still stung.
“Keep him safe for me, please.” She bows her head to Rhone briefly before she is in motion once more, throwing herself out past them and into the sky that has begun to gather storm clouds around them.
She will not rest until Erd has been returned.
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she wasn't looking for a knight,
she was looking for a sword.
she was looking for a sword.
