His Punishing Angel [camrynn + any]

[Kushiel]

I'm bored. And damn, if I haven't heard my mother say that. Often right before she gets into some sort of trouble. But I'm more than bored. I'm curious. I've been listening and watching and I want nothing more than to learn as much as I can. What I'll do with that knowledge I don't yet know. What I do know is that I need an outlet, a place to put my energies. Otherwise, you know, I might just burn the world down for a diversion. I've caught a name here and there, just the name, which is enough to catch my attention. I spread a subtle word that I can be found in the Meadow, and that I possess gifts with which I am talented and also need an outlet. Camrynn, I think as I step over the threshold into the meadow. My mother would at least approve of this; an errand to find a stranger. Anything, of course, would be better than the Chamber. She has a thing. The sun is beating down on the Meadow, and here and there I see couples and trios seeking shelter from the heat. Me, however, I thrive in the heat. I come to a stop in the most open part of the Meadow, where the sun is hottest. The flames are riding in my tail now, burning away any twigs or bugs unfortunate enough to get tangled amongst the ash gray strands. They aren't sentient, but it's like I can tell what they want. I talk to them, and they respond. Or maybe I'm batshit crazy. I honestly wouldn't be surprised.

ooc: this is the clumsiest post i have written today. i sincerely apologize. :p