it coils like a molten snake,
and cuts you like a sharp knife.
this desert heat is a hunter—
it will ruthlessly take your life.
and cuts you like a sharp knife.
this desert heat is a hunter—
it will ruthlessly take your life.
Teiran didn’t think she was the one who was up in arms, so she wasn’t sure why Mathias thought she needed to relax. If anything, she thought he was the one out of the two of them who needed to do exactly that. In all the time she’d known him, ever since that first day out in the snowstorm, he’d been looking for a fight, wanting to start something. Teiran did not go looking for fights, she just knew they could happen at any moment. Especially when there was alcohol involved. Better to be prepared than caught off guard.
He pushed the bottle back toward her after taking another swig from it and she regarded it for a moment. What exactly was he hoping was going to happen if she kept drinking? Teiran wasn’t here to enjoy herself; like she’d said, she hated parties. She was here to make sure he didn’t do something stupid to himself or anyone around him. “You didn't really come here just to drink, did you. You can do that in Solterra.” she said to him as she gripped the bottle again. Maybe if she drank some of it he would get less drunk. At least, that was her plan as she took another drink and set it down.
He pushed the bottle back toward her after taking another swig from it and she regarded it for a moment. What exactly was he hoping was going to happen if she kept drinking? Teiran wasn’t here to enjoy herself; like she’d said, she hated parties. She was here to make sure he didn’t do something stupid to himself or anyone around him. “You didn't really come here just to drink, did you. You can do that in Solterra.” she said to him as she gripped the bottle again. Maybe if she drank some of it he would get less drunk. At least, that was her plan as she took another drink and set it down.
