she got blood cold as ice
and a heart made of stone
“Hello.” Is her only reply, and she does not even give it an edge of smartness. The same low lovely smooth tone only. Of course she knows how to introduce herself, she can be very complimentary when she wants to be but her only real interest in showing herself was seeing what would happen if the mare went into the water. “I know what happens when I go into the river.” Bored with the idea or so she puts on. Sighing she does as she is bid, wading in downstream of the other woman. A dare it might have been but she is not frightened by flames no more than she was frightened by plagues, or dark gods, or dragon kings. Leokadia is nearly in the middle of the river when she notices the way her companion’s body shifts and slips as her feet try to find purchase on the bottom. Lo slips too, some, but she isn’t in danger of drowning or of being extinguished. She has crossed and swam many times.
It is probably a bad idea to put herself in the way of being swept downstream by the other girl but she does it anyway, her own wings clutched tightly to her side. Where the water touches Lo’s skin the mud is washed away, leaving her only have filthy.She edges up to face the fire-winged woman and plants her feet. ”Here I am, Fireball.” She says flatly, glancing at the sizzling edge of flaming wings and then back to the topaz eyes in the saffron face. “I’m Leokadia.”
but she keeps me alive
she's the beast in my bones
Leokadia
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