[ Being in the sunlight again is overwhelming. Too much light and color after so many thousands of days in the Void, where she had been curled up, restless and waiting. The magic all around her makes her hungry, agitated. The sickness beginning to take root in her body isn't helping. She thinks on the flamelord's dying days, sweating out his lifeblood as he suffocated. She feels heavy with grief, overwhelmed with choice.
She would inflict this on others, that was the Lady of Cinders' way. She would wrap up everyone in this temple in her grief and hate and strangle them with it, it would prickle pleasantly under her skin. Instead if festers inside of her with no outlet. Had she lost her powers to time, or to the witch who dared to call her here...
She is standing with her arms crossed, staring angrily into the water when she hears the humming. Her head turning with a dark, heavy gaze. It is an imperious look, imposing in her dark clothes and carefully coiffed hair. The heaviness of her gaze does not change, but the fury at least lowers to a subtle simmer. She approaches, head tilting. ]
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She would inflict this on others, that was the Lady of Cinders' way. She would wrap up everyone in this temple in her grief and hate and strangle them with it, it would prickle pleasantly under her skin. Instead if festers inside of her with no outlet. Had she lost her powers to time, or to the witch who dared to call her here...
She is standing with her arms crossed, staring angrily into the water when she hears the humming. Her head turning with a dark, heavy gaze. It is an imperious look, imposing in her dark clothes and carefully coiffed hair. The heaviness of her gaze does not change, but the fury at least lowers to a subtle simmer. She approaches, head tilting. ]
Your mood seems pleasant.
[ She can be envious of that too. ]