❛❛ Begin again, again, as often as you need to. ❜❜ @ isiel
Isiel sat in ash, watched it float in the wind like charcoal petals, felt it stain and leave streaks across her hands, her face, her hair. It had choked her at first. Ash coating her mouth and throat, leaving her permanently taste charcoal and breath in the scent of wood smoke and burnt bones. She hadn’t registered the feeling of his hand on her arm, nor his voice, not until he had moved her away from the burn scar she’d left on the land and back to his ship.
With a shudder sigh, she nearly crumpled under the realization of what she’d done -- loosing control of Light -- and the fear as her raced with the possibilities and ‘what ifs’ of what might have happened if her new family had been there. Would they have been hurt by her, unintentional as her loss of control was, or would she have been able to reign her Light in and take control of it again.
She must have talked out loud, or perhaps not, but this time, she heard Cayde clear as day, like a lightning strike through the chaos of a storm. Looking up at him, she didn’t cry, didn’t think she could with how raw and hot she felt, but...she hung her head in shame even at the reassurance. “I...,” she wasn’t quite sure what to say, or do, or think, her thoughts too caught up in worrying over whether she’d ruined more than just that section of forest. Swallowing thickly, she shut her eyes and nodded, “I’ll try...I promise.”
Looking down at the burn scars of her own hands, she flinched when she moved her fingers, yet she still quietly slipped her hand into his own. “I might need help though,” she admitted, even though she didn’t want to, she owed him the truth more often than not, “but...I’ll try.”
