in sunlight and in shadow
Saphira turned away from flames. They were inherently opposite to her being, to everything she was made from and hoped and didn’t hope to return to. They heated the metal which bound her. They destroyed. They meant death. So, it should come as no surprise that she shied away from the bonfire, without knowing exactly what it was for.She was not one for asking strangers much of anything, but she’d had some wine, and it came to pass that she did ask someone about the bonfire, and she laughed in their face. ”No one is listening,” she cackled, ”and no one ever will be.” But it hurt her to say so, and to think so, as it always did, because she was always hurting, as this was what she believed. Better to be a cynic than to be fooled, she declared, somewhere in silence. Who truly wishes to be miserable but those who invite misery upon themselves?
And so she could not be convinced to step forward and relieve some heavy grief. It could not be freed so simply. She had been cursed - obviously - and from her coat flaked bits of salt, as if she were a walking bit of dried-up sea. Fire had no place being near her, she would shrivel up like a fish on the rocks and die, finally die. And what if - no, no, no. You had your chance and blew it. Try again.
She thought and said all these things, these many many things, but she stood and watched the bonfire anyway, and kept her drink close to her hip. A deep sense of longing pervaded her.
@Katherine || Eldorado || whoever you want || she’s mostly got her summer coat, which is black and should be lit red by the flames, but she’ll be growing in a bit of her winter coat. Her tats are visible too.
