Solira: The Ocean: these are the lies i have created || HUYANA

I want to laugh at her, to throw my naked head back and cackle until the ocean dries up (and with my ever-thirsty skin, it’s quite possible). Winter, difficult. As if such a wonderfully cool sensation as winter could ever be considered harsh. Without winter, I would live without relief. One cannot live in the ocean forever (though sometimes I dream of it), and so instead I am forced to wait month after month for winter.

”Winter is my only relief.” I murmur, and I care not to explain, for as soon as I start talking about the burning it only worsens, until I am ready to scream from all the heat. I almost never think of Kalleis herself, only the strands of fire that wound their way so tightly around my legs until they are cutting into my skin, until my blood is boiling and my heart bursting from such unbearable pain.

Even as I try not to think about it, my memories run wild through my brain, reminding me that I will never be allowed to forget.

As I stare into the shore, it occurs to me that it is quite late in the day for fog. Yet here it comes, wandering from the hills to the shores and leaving me curious, for it is thick and blinding. ”Strange…”, and for once I feel normal, gazing at Huyana and glad that I have her company. I have never seen such mist, and yet suddenly it is all I can see—it surrounds us, making it hard to tell that I am in the ocean at all.

Taking my first breath of it, I cannot believe the sensation…

…

…My coat has grown back. Instantly. I am brilliantly dappled, the sleek exterior that is my skin looking more beautiful than I could ever imagine. But this is not what amazes me most, for somehow the burning is gone, and I am new and rebuilt and I have never been so alive in my life.

It is when I look up that it hits me, that this isn’t a dream come true at all.

There is Kalleis, staring at me with her dark eyes and her vicious scars, the firey whips moving around her small body in an almost playful manner. I can smell their smoke, feel their heat, and I wonder why she is here in the ocean with me, when she is fire and it must surely hurt.

”Kalleis?” I whisper through the mist, and I can only wait and pray that this is a mistake.

IRENE
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