Flying High

the sun inside of her rages like wildfire She felt light as air. The Harpy had been down here for longer than she probably should have been, prepared to spend the rest of the night in the deep, dark caverns that smelt strange yet comforting. Her head swam with different thoughts and ideas, things she could attempt to do should she focus long enough on one thing. But her attention bounced around, over and over again, until all she could think of was starting a fire in the middle of the cave, some warmth to dry off the dark coldness that the rains of Drench had brought upon her. Her body was a deep bronze hue, her white spotted marks moved and glimmered with an opalescent sheen, and she focused with her dark inky head to start the fire in the center. Lifting her hoof, entirely for show, she summoned her tornado flames on a small amount of wood and she had gathered. The smoke, billowed out through a small hole at the top, as though she had planned it thoroughly. With a grin, she watched as her tornado flames died and the fire continued to grow. But the smile faltered when she realized the side effect of using her tornado magic, how it deepened her already strange mood, how she felt when her heat cycle hit. Quietly, she watched the flames, alone in the cavern while Khairi hunted outside above the gasses that made everyone here high. And she remained, quiet and contemplative, wondering how long the feeling would last, and if she could just stay here instead of leaving until it was over. It was still fun, though, even if it was just her to deal with it. She often bickered with Khairi and allowed her confidence, her swagger to encompass their conversations to the point where sometimes even Khairi didn’t want to bother with her. But then, there was movement and a voice, and her mind rang with worry and panic but it was suffocated by the gasses and her heat enough to where she looked where Roscorro approached with a smile on his face. “Oh, hello Roscorro.” She was unable to stop herself from purring the words to him, but she was capable of clamping her tail down for the moment. She was still sure he could smell it, however. And suddenly she felt her futile attempts were pointless. "Talk." and she is — gold, gold, gold. Kiada

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