Solira: The Ocean: Sometimes you need to be put in your place.

the sea is emotion incarnate. it loves, hates, and weeps.
it defies all attempts to capture it with words, and denies all shackles.
no matter what you say about it, there is always that which you can't.

Saphira can feel the gentle voice of Huy as it flutters across her ears, but no movement is made to acknowledge it. She is in a stage bwteen waking and dreaming. Where her mind is awake, and her body is asleep. She feels marshall’s water before he touches her. She wants to recoil from the burning, and then the white light, blue pain. She shudders, and slowly her sapphire eyes drift open. Lifting her head, she surveys the gathering crowd around her, hears the yelling, the blame.

With a grunt Saphira managed to climb to her feet, and she gently brushes the top of Ariel’s head in a reassureance. She then looks into Marshall’s soft brown eyes, and if she could have spoken inside his mind, she would have told him to be quiet.

Saphira looks at them all knowingly in turn, and her first words are for the Wolf Queen. .

“Thank you for coming to our aid Fenrisulfr.”

Then her gaze turns to Micah and Marshall, and she scowls seethingly at them. Her voice is harsh, grating agaisnt her throat in rough awkward movements.

”I have lived in Solira my entire life. Except for the brief period I was named a rogue. I have watched you both come into Solira nameless, and watched out both blossom into Legends of your own right. Set your differences aside, now is not the time for such petty bickering. I am dissapointed. In both of you…”

She walks away from both the painted stallions, her steps stiff and jerky. She moves towards the ocean, her eyes longing. She begisn her search for Dusan, Alanna and Alshain. She needed to know they were safe…they had to be.

Rowan glided through the smoke on a whirlwind. She was all feline grace, even as the smoke clung about her skin. She could feel as the coals settled into her flesh, burning away layers at a time. She writhes in agony, alone. She does not run for Micah as she once might of, she does not run for Desreal. Instead she moves endlessly along the ocean’s shoreline, back and forth. Feeling the heat from the boiling ocean, being strangled by the black smoke. She hears voices, and she finally submits to the endless sounds. She wanders towards them, slowly, tentatively. Rowan is odd when it comes to the inhabitant of Solira, or anyone for that matter. And yets he had come here for Micah, only to be left behind. Her orange eyes begin to tint with amethsyt, a new change coming about her. Her shape shimmered, and she looked almost primal.

Her gaze settles on the gathered group, hears them being scolded by their Queen, and Rowan hides a smile. She then looks closer to find Micah, and her heart leaps. She runs towards him, feeling as her skins tears through the second degree burns. She throws herself into his embrace, and was about to kiss his cheek when her entire being froze. He smelled strange, and not like fire and brimstone. She backed away, quickly, oddly. Hurt flashing across her amber eyes. She turned and fled, running faster and faster. The wind carrying her on wings of smoke.

GOLD: S A P H I R A

the siren

Slave of the AIR and LIGHTNING shards

water III + lightning III + air I
rennervate + siren song + isare