[open] we're only taking turns holding this world

[Viszla]

Myrna suffocate the fire  i started-------------------- right when it kindles Her lightning is the first indication that something has changed. Instead of a brief touch, the miniature bolt travels from her elbow to her shoulder and tickles the entire way, her pale hair standing on end in a way that she had never had the literal time to notice before. She will marvel at that later, when she realizes. Her little companion does not seem alarmed about what is happening, and what Myrna finds in her expression in the time that they pause together is the very same that Lilia is feeling. Friendship. The world begins to move normally once more, and Myrna gives her friend space to shake, what little space she needs. An angel, she says, and Myrna’s golden smile is reminiscent now. She has heard tales of angels. That Lilia embodies all of them is no surprise, Myrna thinks as she chuckles at the image - and smells - that her friend’s story paints. “I’m Myrna.” she replies. “And it is so very wonderful to meet you, Lillia.” @Lillia