11-17-2018, 07:28 PM
[div style="width: 527px; line-height: 1.4; text-align: justify; font-family: palatino; font-size: 11px;"][align=center]— blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly —
The dummy had been frozen solid. An unintentional mishap, but the current predicament nonetheless. The tiny fae crept up towards the fake-enemy, frown tugging her lips down. Hesitantly, she reached to touch, running her paw down slick ice. She brings her it back, tendrils of cold shaking up her legs and small form. So much for practice. No matter how hard she tried, she could not convince the ice to melt away. "[abbr=please]Le do thoil.[/abbr]" The striker wished the sun was out, for it'd do the work for her, but beneath the moon the frozen dummy was too strong a barrier for her to batter with her paws. Unless she wanted to break them.Frustrated, Keona backed away, beginning to pace the outlines of the colosseum. She'd found it vacant for the night. No sparring going on or anything, so it was all hers. An empty arena. Hollow. Lips quivering, the child slumped into the sand, her tail flicking to and fro behind her, listless. With her ribs healed, she needed to work. Train. Practice. Improve. Better to push her body than to linger in her mind. Not much was on it as of late. Not much could be on it, since her mother's message. They hate each other for it.
Keona dug her claws into the ground, bitter. I want my ma. All she was... Was a song. Her heart had swelled at songs once. But she wanted more than a song. More than a stupid message in a bottle. She swiped sand into the air, eyes stinging with unshed tears. She wouldn't cry. A tough pirate wouldn't cry. A tough pirate was what she had to be now. So nobody doubted her. So nobody could catch her again. So nobody could hurt her again. Nobody.
Most certainly not a ghost with one word.
Nobody.
Then why are you crying?
[ [member=483]SÉAMUS[/member] ]