show them the joy and the pain and the ending
She had been born of love, a creation of the heart. She knows its power, and she knows the feel of it deep in her soul. Despite all appearances, she has loved, greatly and deeply. Her unwelcome companion might feel superior for its role in creating her own children, but it just shows exactly how narrow her world view is.
And frankly, Heartfire feels no need to justify herself. She never has. She has lived too long (oh, her body might be youthful, but her mind is ancient. Even had she not seen through the eyes of others, she has already lived a lifetime, one reigning as a queen in a far off distant land by the side of her first love).
So the accusation that she lacks substance, well, it's laughable. And as far as theatrics goes - Heartfire flicks her blue eyes to the spines now poking from Ellyse's golden skin, one brow rising in a gesture of derision. If she wanted theatrics, she could certainly provide, but she does not threaten unless she has every intention of upholding such an ultimatum.
The vision surprises her however. It's rare that there is such a sight strong enough the tickle her inner eye without her reaching for it. But curiosity, always her biggest weakness, has her shifting her sight to the mare, to the scene of two abandoned young children. The implication is unmistakable.
The anger that had been simmering inside of her flares to furious life, causing her entire body to go unnaturally still. And though she still has not moved a muscle, a ripple begins around them. The trees begin to shudder, the leaves quaking violently until they fall apart, turning to dust drifting down around them. The sun breaks through the abruptly denuded trees, the motes still dancing in the air caught in its yellow light.
Finally, she says simply, cryptically, “You should not start fires you cannot put out.” She turns to go, before pausing and looking back.
“If I were you, I'd worry more about your own family and less about others. We are done here.” With that last, she leaves, not bothering to wait for a reply. There is nothing more to be said.
heartfire
i filled up my senses with thoughts from the ghosts
Match, meet gasoline :|