[open] Dark cathedrals spilling midnight on their altars

[Fiorina]

don't be afraid of the fire, I'd never let you burn It’s only after she’s settled down after her quest that Fiorina remembers she has a home - and she travels towards the cliffs. Without her sight, she had avoided the place - not fancying the idea of accidentally taking a tumble into the ocean if she misjudged the edge. A fair amount had happened in Fiorina’s life since she had last been to Nerine - and when she arrives she sees that it wasn’t only her who had changed in her absence. The land has been scorched and Fiorina - knowing that the land itself doesn’t really matter - finds herself annoyed that she clearly missed quite the battle. How dare they have fun without her! There’s a small seed of guilt that she wasn’t here to protect her home but it does not take root. She had been blind, pregnant, lost, angry, and distracted. There was only so much she could do. With her bone wings folded at her side, Fiorina turns her fire-adorned head until she spots an odd looking creature - and the new plants that he seems to be creating. When she sees one of the plants snap - a smile spreads across this armoured mare’s features. Oh, she’s going to like these new additions. Someone else approaches, and tests the range of these carnivorous plants, and Fiorina finds herself drifting closer - giving in to her curiosity. She focuses on the plants, on the boy that made them, instead of letting herself feel jealous and angry about the lovely feathered wings the mare sports. “They’re beautiful.” The compliment is a little awkward in Fiorina’s naturally-rough voice, but it is genuine.

art by Reitro