Wind nipped at her nose and cheeks as she walked through the kingdom, her head filled with emotional landmines.
Liro wrung her hands so ferociously that they turned a bright red, as if she'd pushed them under a foot of snow and refused to move. The cold wasn't eating at her; no, it was her own actions. And as much as she despised them, she hated the fact that she was repulsed by herself even more.
She wouldn't be any kind of person if she stopped and quaked over every decision she made.
She ran a hand through her hair, tousling the dark locks. A tiny stream of heat ran down her skull, and Liro yanked her hand away. Right. Intention. That was perhaps the most dangerous way for an ability to be controlled.
If she was going to make her second chance at life worth it, then she would have to control her emotions. No more sharp outbursts. She would have to stay levelheaded at all times.
Which wasn't something that she had particular confidence that she could continue with.
In fact, she wasn't sure if she had even entirely started.
When she walked into the training room the next day, her leather gloves were laced so tightly she feared that her blood wouldn't flow properly. Yet it was better than revealing her power to another person, and giving Kier the spectacle that he so desperately wanted. A public way to condemn her.
Liro grit her teeth and kept walking. The thought of Kier being pleased at her demise wasn't something she wanted in her head.
She slid her daggers into their sheaths slowly, calmly, aware that nothing had changed. The people that she had conversed with and mocked yesterday knew nothing of her encounter with Kier.
Despite her being a newcomer, and someone they all despised, she was the same person to them.
It was when Kier walked it, with a mush of green herbs stuck to the place where she'd burned him, that her stomach dropped. His jaw was tighter than she'd ever seen it, and once his eyes found hers, she resisted the urge to shrink into the background. He moved his gaze on before she had time to do anything, though.
"How do we defend against weapons infused with heat?"
There was a ripple among the other huntsmen, and Liro wished again that she could simply become invisible.
A younger, unexperienced guard rose his voice above the others. "Water?"
Kier's jaw flicked in annoyance. "Next question: How many huntsmen will carry a gallon of water with them into a fight?"
Uneasy laughs flitted about the room.
Liro knew he was waiting for her answer. He wouldn't have phrased it just so if it had been meant for the general group. The pit in her stomach was growing and growing, and her lips moved without her brain entirely giving the command.
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Fantasia"You will sit here until the earth eats away at your bones, and for you, my dear sister, that will be a very long time indeed ..." * After the use of dark magic, Liro is outcast from the sisterhood, stripped of her immortal grace and lifespan. Lef...