[private] heaven is on fire; aeolus

[Celina]

Aeolus is appropriately impressed by her scales, and Celina feels a warm glow of pride. She already knows they are great, but its always good to have confirmation from others, and her sunset-colored friend does not disappoint. He tells her that his father has taken him hunting too, and the white filly nods in satisfaction. Teaching hunting is the role of fathers, it seems. He likes fish too- though perhaps not the best – but Aeolus is right that this is a good hunting spot. Most places are good hunting spots for Celina and her fireflies, but she understands that not everyone has that same advantage. Perhaps that is unfortunate, but Celina doesn’t think of it that way. She accepts that she is better in that regard, just like her father has told her. He asks what kind of fish she catches, and Celina pauses. They’ve got some color to them, she thinks, but most often they are lit greenish-yellow by the light of her fireflies. “They’re mostly silver here. Sometimes I can get the haddock and the cod to come in, and those are the best. Have you had those?” Even as she talks, the white filly is backing away, back toward the water. When she finishes speaking, she gestures with her muzzle for Aeolus to follow. Rather than wade back where she’d just emerges from, Celina picks her way across the rocks that protrude from the sea. The water beside this nature-made pier grows deeper with every step, but Celina feels no fear. She settles on a rock just large enough for them both to stand on, and then folds her legs so that she might lay with her head only a few feet from the water. Her fireflies cannot venture too far without her losing control, but they spread out in a semi-circle over the water and flash brightly. A few are lost to the boldest fish before they can return, but most slowly blink their way back to where Celina and Aeolus are perched on the rocks. They come together in a bright knot, and the fish that had been lured by their light roil the surface just below her white nose. One leaps, and Celina’s sharp teeth snap shut on its silvery body before it can reach the fireflies. Grinning around the flailing fish in her mouth, Celina leads the way back to the beach, and tosses the fish at Aeolus feet. “That’s a haddock.” She tells him. “Try it. I bet it’s way better than your colorful fish.” @[Aeolus] celina i'm that bad type, make-your-mama-sad type make-your-girlfriend-mad type, might-seduce-your-dad type