[AW] From the skies above

[Fever]

rip and smash through the hornet's nest

do you understand I deserve the best?

but you'll do what I want, do what i please

and do it again til I get what I Need

Indeed, one could never know what kind of trouble they would be dropping into.
 
Fever would be admiring the black bird from afar, her scent enticing on the wind of a promising storm. Envy would taint her stare, her mouth fixed in a straight line, cold despite her Solterian blood coursing through her veins. The outlands were full of dastardly creatures: rouges, thieves, pillagers. All heathens, all forsaken.
 
But not Fever, she was just dancer, an entertainer for those who chose to make their home in the shadows. They were inspiration for her wicked arsenal, though their words cut like razors and their eyes were loaded guns, she would always smile in their company, flirting with chance that they might turn their blades to her.
 
She welcomed their knives.
 
But this woman didn’t seem rough around the edges, and as the abstract viper would snake her way closer, unafraid of being heard or spotted. The bells on her leg would chime with her arrival, glittering and molten eyes curious at the shape of this stranger.
 
“I’m jealous,” she announced, her voice leaving her mouth like a wisp of smoke as she scrutinized the fractal pattern on the mare’s underside. “How freeing it must be to spread your wings and go anywhere you wish?”
 
Freedom was all Fever wanted – she just wasn’t sure what it looked like or when she would know she had achieved it. Her rage weighs her down, and she would never be free from it.

@Rhea

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