[ in the not so far distance, a fire lights the space.
more like a torch than a conflagration, though both assumptions would be wrong. it's a blade made of pure fire, shaped by the Light, held in the hand of a boy whose footfalls become louder the closer he comes. this is foolishness, truthfully; it's only the power wound around his leg that keeps him from limping too obviously right now. but in the end, he couldn't keep away from the shrines completely, not with everything happening. not with his long-held vow to be the person going out to find new arrivals when the time came. not with the mixture of rage and fear that shivers under his skin and makes it hard to be still.
he calls, ]
What do you think you're doing?
[ ...crashes into this father-daughter reunion like an asshole ]
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more like a torch than a conflagration, though both assumptions would be wrong. it's a blade made of pure fire, shaped by the Light, held in the hand of a boy whose footfalls become louder the closer he comes. this is foolishness, truthfully; it's only the power wound around his leg that keeps him from limping too obviously right now. but in the end, he couldn't keep away from the shrines completely, not with everything happening. not with his long-held vow to be the person going out to find new arrivals when the time came. not with the mixture of rage and fear that shivers under his skin and makes it hard to be still.
he calls, ]
What do you think you're doing?
[ ...crashes into this father-daughter reunion like an asshole ]