ALL LEGACIES HIDE IN THE EMBERS ✭ o

[MARIANNA]

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FIRE CHILD

SOMALI

SHORT BIO

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What, was the entire population of the world centered in this one observatory? How many people were there?

Maria’s heart beat just a little bit faster each time a new face showed up, memory scattering the names she had just reeled in. People were going to be so upset with her when she started mixing up names, with the exception of the few who were easily identifiable.

Stiffening at the prospect of yet another name, face, and someone to disappoint, Maria let her attention slide from Harland to Eleanor, green gaze sweeping over the muffheart offspring. “Thanks,” She said rather meekly, the compliment to her full name driving a small pin of guilt into her chest. “Eleanor is a pretty name, too. ‘S a good name for smart people.” Maybe she could remember her that way; a smart name for a smart girl.

Moon’s abrupt appearance derailed anything else she was going to say to Eleanor, which meant Maria’s guard was down. She ignored the heat of the few sparks jumping from her claw tips. “I’m - wait, what -” She stumbled over her words, struggling to follow the quick transition and what she’d said a couple minutes ago. It took her a beat to catch up, but her wit rarely failed her; and in a true show of personality, her nose wrinkled as she looked Moon up and down with a dubious expression. “You might be Simba if you weren’t so tired all the time,” She quipped, attitude equal parts truth and sass. “But up to you; I just don’t know your actual name. Gotta have something to call you.” She shrugged.

And, by the stars, if it wasn’t grumpy uncle from the border! Maria’ grin battled for the control of her expression, knowing her brain was split between a sheepish sorry, that was an accident, and a snarky listen, someone’s gotta show you how to have a good time before you get that frown stuck permanently on your muzzle. She shrugged instead, eyes rolling and tail curling. “People make mistakes,” She defended. “And it’s not like you wouldn’t have enough manpower to build a new one if I did burn it down.”

Rosewar’s presence was enough to make Maria’s nose curl again, the overwhelming scent of flowers flooding her senses. And god, she just had that stance, that chin-tilt that drove Maria crazy with irritation. “Impossible,” Maria mocked, staring the girl straight in the eye. “Simba has redeeming qualities; you do not.” Her voice was high pitched and dripping with drama. God, she couldn’t stand people who thought themselves above everyone else and chose to grind other people into the dirt by the heel of their words. “It would be my pleasure, Rosie, to never hear your voice in my ear again, but I guess we don’t always get what we want.” Maria’s eyes had that dangerous glint, that heat that nearly rivaled the sparks jumping at her paws, that was daring Rosie to take one more step in her direction. I want you to do it, Maria goaded her silently. Take one more step in my direction, then you can really watch me burn this place to ashes.

Luckily, the distraction of another new face - Jesus - took the intensity of her quickly rising irritation and brought it to a low simmer. Light show - right. Fine. “Can’t promise it’s gonna be anything impressive, or controlled, but eh. We’re all works in progress.” She told him, taking a step back. “I’ve got a few tricks that I’ve learned.” With that, Maria took a deep breath, letting the heat boil in the back of her throat, and blew it out in a scorching burst of flame. This was something she’d been practicing for ages, so there was little need for fear of control. Bending the flames to her will, the heat spun into a fiery disc around her. She added another, tilting the angle of them both until they looked like opposing rings of a planet.

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© LEXASPERATED, PENNED BY MIITHERS

[Grimm]

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“Harland, b-but you can call me Har,” tongue poked through teeth, tough of pink upon the curved white, fictional brows drown down as he concentrated. It had been growing steadily easier to share messages with a single person, permitting that passage of thought between only a select few if he wanted, but still he had a great deal to learn. Slow was the trickle of blood from his nose, paw raising to hastily wipe it away, unconscious a movement as the boy settled back upon his haunches. Almost proud, though head twisted and the smiled turned somewhat sheepish, was he at being able to do such a thing, no matter the ache building in the centre of his skull.

Sudden on-slaughter, voices rising until they had become nothing more than a chaotic mess of background noise, ceaseless chatter that drove a nail through his head. Tentative now was the expression, though still it bore a faint smile, golden gaze moving between each though he offered no words his own. All were directed towards Marina – indeed a pretty one, suited to her in a way, short and to the point though its sound seemed softer then her in a way – and so his attention settled on her once more. Wide was the gaze as she backed off, wonder within as mouth parted in a soft exhale. Har knew of those that held such abilities, controlled elements as though it were simply apart of them, but none had been like this. “Wow...”