09-11-2020, 09:48 PM
The scales went with her beauty, leaving her with only a mouthful of sharp teeth. She doesn’t need any more than that, especially now that the last of the feathers have regrown on her once-absent wing. Her self-healing is slowest at regrowing bones, but she trusts it enough to breathe deeply of the smokey air without fear for her lungs. Celina coughs and hacks and blinks watery eyes, but there is enough wind to give occasional breaks in the wind, and that is all her body needs to regenerate.
With fresh eyes, she looks down at the strange assortment of creatures rumbling past. They are magical, and she knows to avoid them as carefully as she avoids the fire. Do they know to avoid it, she wonders as one of the smaller things – half a squirrel, or maybe a large rat – trudges toward a burning swath of grass.
It seems they do not.
Taking her eyes away from the crisp rodent, Celina returns her green-eyed attention to the commotion in the distance.
With fresh eyes, she looks down at the strange assortment of creatures rumbling past. They are magical, and she knows to avoid them as carefully as she avoids the fire. Do they know to avoid it, she wonders as one of the smaller things – half a squirrel, or maybe a large rat – trudges toward a burning swath of grass.
It seems they do not.
Taking her eyes away from the crisp rodent, Celina returns her green-eyed attention to the commotion in the distance.