The chain of effect is a fast one. Frost strikes while she's on the precipice of understanding, the sheer, gut-wrenching loss of it is enough that something breaks inside of her. She had been hurting them before, something she was dimly aware of, but what is crystal clear is the death that's been wrought on them, and then death that is coming.
She lifts her head, fire catching in her throat - fire now, not poison. She torches the wall where Frost was last seen, rather too late. It's too late - too late for violence to matter. She screeches and howls in despair. She remembers a time, not long past, when she would have seen this in her power to repair.
Is there a reason that it isn't anymore?
It's him, of course. The Huntsman has been in control, and it's made everything else a blur. Yet, the touch of healing, of Creation, has reminded her of another part of herself - the deep desire for Life. For change.
All she ever wanted was to protect them.
A radiance builds within her skeletal chest, a flame beginning to burns across her ruined body. Her wings ignite, a strength born from the ashes that remain.
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She lifts her head, fire catching in her throat - fire now, not poison. She torches the wall where Frost was last seen, rather too late. It's too late - too late for violence to matter. She screeches and howls in despair. She remembers a time, not long past, when she would have seen this in her power to repair.
Is there a reason that it isn't anymore?
It's him, of course. The Huntsman has been in control, and it's made everything else a blur. Yet, the touch of healing, of Creation, has reminded her of another part of herself - the deep desire for Life. For change.
All she ever wanted was to protect them.
A radiance builds within her skeletal chest, a flame beginning to burns across her ruined body. Her wings ignite, a strength born from the ashes that remain.