antlers and horns and scales [longclaw/any]

[Ajatar]

ajatar

devils speak of the ways in which she'll manifest;
angels bleed from the tainted touch of my caress.

Her eyes tilt up at the blue flame - unnatural, vibrant thing it was - and she knows instantly it comes from him. How else? It is his magical power, his strange ability that almost every inhabitant seems to hone and have. She watches with a sense of wonderment as it twinkles overhead and shines light as the sun begins her slow dip behind the great volcano. Where to first - really? There are infinite choices and infinite time. She revels in both these realizations. Once upon a time immortality seemed excessive, unfair. That was when it involved countless lifetimes in Pangea with her mother.

But Pangea is gone, and Tephra lives.

She is about to answer when another approaches - a thin man with a missing eye, who speaks to them both with a sense of unfamiliarity. Despite herself Ajatar glances up to the lighted orb overhead, curious. Will he extinguish it now that they've been discovered? She thinks of her own power, brewing beneath the surface, promising to flood a land or destroy a herd at any moment. The thought sends a shiver down her spine - no. She'll control it. Nothing here has threatened her, she doesn't live in constant fear of prevocation anymore. Rodrick said she could control it, after all, if she only tried...

"Ajatar," she greets, snapping herself from her tumultuous thoughts. She follows it with a smile - quick, wide, the type of smile only an innocent child could muster, though she is no longer a child. Could holding such a darkness keep her so naive for so long? What a strange turn of events. "The ocean sounds lovely, but I can't help but be in awe of...that." She turns her gaze to the great volcano to emphasize her point.