05-22-2017, 01:53 PM
The girl is enjoying the chubby pony fairy he has fashioned and this softens him towards her in a slight amount, although he doesn’t realize it. As he moves forward threw the brush he divides his attention between his creation and the little bay girl. She turns her head toward him, wary but not frightened. There is a protective fierceness in her eyes as he approaches, but instead of intimidating him it makes him almost like her a little ... But not enough to keep him from carrying out the idea that next enters his mind.
Her black tail whips in agitation, “Can I help you?” Probably not. He shrugs as he looks her in the face for a moment, before quickly snapping his head in the direction of the dancing pony-flame. His eyes are wide in mock dismay. He assumes she follows his astonished gaze and send the pony galloping into the dead elms which encircle her. For a moment there is nothing, but then the entire clearing come to life with red hot brilliance.
He has never burned another’s flesh. Not yet. And he doesn’t plan on this girl being his first. But she doesn’t have to know that.
The lifeless trees who bowed to her touch are dry and the perfect nourishment for his beautiful fire. His red eye keeps a careful watch - he doesn’t allow the heat to creep too close to her young flesh. The dead elms roar with warmth and thrashing flames and he coaxes the flames up, instead of out, into the sky above the new clearing. His eyes are filled with adoration as he watches her, the fire, dance and feed.
But this isn’t challenging. In the time he has spent alone he has done nothing but refine his skill, and simply burning trees is starting to lose its novelty. His mind reaches to find something more, something new, but instead he turns to look at the filly.
The flames are gone. In an instant, he pulls it back into himself - pulls the fire buy the neck off its prey.
Between the two of them what formerly was a copse of elderly elms in now scattered, smoking, blackened logs. A tentative smile creeps across his ivory lips. Did she figure it out? Does she understand what just happened?
“What’s your name?” Levi's question sounds more like a statement as it breaks the newly restored quiet of the woods. He leaves space between them, he towers over her as it is. And he would be disappointed if she turned and ran of into The Forest; this gift of hers interests him.
Levi
so scream you, out from behind the bitter ache.