there are flowers
in this world
that only grow
once the ground
above them burns.

you were that fire.

this is not my end.
this is my birth.
—Pavana पवन

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Lelaros, a Red Jenny

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Written by Krissy

est November 2015

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Knew it! Knew you could be one of us!

          “I worry my actions have spoken for me already.”

He, with arms crossed painfully tight across his broad chest–anything to keep his hands from wringing, wringing too nervously, too forcefully. Is this embarrassment?

          “I promise I’m not here to start fistfights with every one of
          the…the Red Jennies. That was just…I’d drank too much.”

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“You’re worryin’ for good reason.”

One hand moved to his hip and he quirked a brow at Blackwall. The Jennies tended to stick together, and this was no different, though he wasn’t stupid enough to get between a drunken barfight if it happened again.

“Keep it that way, then. Because I don’t exactly fight fair, and I don’t fight drunk so you’ll be at a terrible disadvantage if you decide to do it again.”

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