An experimental piece, written in first person: a moment in the history of Frost and Tiamotu.
I shiver against the chill of the mountain air. I've come to Frost many times before, but I'm born of much warmer lands; my dark skin is no asset here. I don't think I imagined a land could be this cold, before I knew Harmosa.
They greet me at the castle door, the pale sunlight seeming to light their icy skin from within. I lick my lips and try to stay standing. The journey seemed much longer this time than ever before, and all I really want after summoning Ho’e, Piti, and Toru is to lie down and rest. But I can't do that, not now. Harmosa offers me a warm drink, noting that I look tired. I have to assure them I'm fine. I don't think they believe me.
“Saul. What troubles you?” They've sat me down on one of their couches, looking straight into my eyes. They know I'm lying.
Can I risk sleeping now? I don't know, and words come slowly as always. I think I manage to stammer out a few syllables, I'm not sure whether Frost or Tiamotian, before Harmosa takes my hand firmly in theirs. Their grip is stronger than I thought such a small being could have. “I will care of you. Come with me. What do you need? Food? Water? Rest?” I nod readily to the last.
I should have known I wouldn't have enough energy to stay awake, let alone carry on a conversation. I'm lucky - or did Mother know - that Harmosa is so understanding. Briefly, I feel a wave of guilt. I swallow. “Harmosa...”
They pause, turning back. “Yes?”
I open my mouth, but I'm not sure what to say. The words get stuck, jumbled together, and nothing comes out. Harmosa sighs and pats my hand. “You will rest. Then we may talk.” I feel sick, and my steps grow heavy, reluctant. But I will rest.
Briefly I wonder if Mother will care, if I stay here. She still has her powers, and Ho’e and Piti and Toru, if they'll listen. But she loves me, and she'll miss me if I'm gone.
But, I think, I love Harmosa.
As soon as my head hits the pillow I'm asleep, though my dreams are anything but peaceful, filled with fire that immolates even the coldest ice. I don't know how long I sleep. It doesn't matter. It isn't long enough.
Harmosa is still by my side when I wake. “What troubles you?” they ask again, and this time the dam breaks.
“Harmosa- I've- I've sent Ho’e and Piti and Toru, my summons -- they're burning Frost. I'm sorry--”
The room turns cold. Far too cold. Ice begins to form over Harmosa’s skin and clothes. Like armor, I think. I can't stop shivering. “I'm sorry--”
“Why.” Their voice is monotone. Hard. I just saw their heart freeze over, I think.
“I--”
My teeth are chattering. It's hard to breathe. I think frost is forming on my skin. They don't take their eyes off of me. My eyes lose focus, and I can't feel anything anymore.
Harmosa's fists clench, before they summon their ice scythe and slash through the frozen figure. They stand, breathing heavily, for a moment, before turning and running for the door. They're burning Frost.
Villainchat: Hey did you know Azandra is Harmosa's first cousin twice removed and causing a lot of trouble on Sinis? And Harmosa doing nothing about that?
My first cousin twice removed? Who is that?
If they’re Sinian then I can do nothing. They deserved it.
i dont know, its been a long time
people can change, and i dont know azandra… so there are new sinians too
and whos to say they are the same?
Are you suggesting the Sinii are just like us?!
well we were all created by the same creators!
You know that’s not true. You and Jahan were the only creations of Nirmata.
ok fine get technical on me i guess… but i think that people can change, and good people can come from bad places.
