LUVENA
“If there is one thing I know, it’s how to warm winter weather without a fire” she replied, with a small dip of tone on fire. “I’ve only been once but I didn’t much enjoy the experience. They all spoke like snakes were writhing inside them. I didn’t stay long. Couldn’t stand the place. I think the only places I’ve liked less were the claiming grounds in elysium and the venero-” she cut. herself off quickly, biting her tongue. Caelum was going to have her head. On a platter, served among her teas. “Oooh no maybe the steppe. Its so precarious” she continued quickly, hoping the fae would miss her little slip up. Or just not think about it long enough to question it.
She smiled at the offer gently, and pulled a small cherry from the bowl just to appease her friend. Careful to avoid the pit while eating it.
She shook her head. “I wish you wouldn’t speak that way about yourself.” Her and Caelum were so alike on that front. Both were so continuously adamant that the other deserved happiness, and good things, but neither believed it about themselves. She chanced a quick look at the pendant around the faes neck. She still hadn’t quite puzzled out what the glowing meant, but she was too scared to ask lest it be a tender point of contention.
“We’ll get there” she murmured. “She knows that..” she paused “That I don’t like fire” ‘don’t like’ was the gentle way to put it. It was so much more than that. It horrified her. Even in the night temples, she had never been able to settle with the torches on the walls, even knowing that everything was made of stone. “Yes. as are these” she replied.
“Mhmm” she hummed, not believing a word of the womans speech. “Really? Not a single soul? I have a very hard time believing that. Some of the Denoctians are quite striking.” She nearly snorted at the woman's display, though joined her laying back in the pillows, closing her eyes for a moment. “If you’re destined to be a spinster tea maker than im destined to be a grumpy old crone, and we both know that will never happen”
@Caelum
She smiled at the offer gently, and pulled a small cherry from the bowl just to appease her friend. Careful to avoid the pit while eating it.
She shook her head. “I wish you wouldn’t speak that way about yourself.” Her and Caelum were so alike on that front. Both were so continuously adamant that the other deserved happiness, and good things, but neither believed it about themselves. She chanced a quick look at the pendant around the faes neck. She still hadn’t quite puzzled out what the glowing meant, but she was too scared to ask lest it be a tender point of contention.
“We’ll get there” she murmured. “She knows that..” she paused “That I don’t like fire” ‘don’t like’ was the gentle way to put it. It was so much more than that. It horrified her. Even in the night temples, she had never been able to settle with the torches on the walls, even knowing that everything was made of stone. “Yes. as are these” she replied.
“Mhmm” she hummed, not believing a word of the womans speech. “Really? Not a single soul? I have a very hard time believing that. Some of the Denoctians are quite striking.” She nearly snorted at the woman's display, though joined her laying back in the pillows, closing her eyes for a moment. “If you’re destined to be a spinster tea maker than im destined to be a grumpy old crone, and we both know that will never happen”
@Caelum
"speech"
usually it starts
with a nightmare,
some sordid dream
that creeps in on a
saccharine song,
souring as it hits its peak.
with a nightmare,
some sordid dream
that creeps in on a
saccharine song,
souring as it hits its peak.
