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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Laleala sits, cross legged, on the floor as she polishes her greaves. When she looks up to Lelaros, it’s with her face pushed to the side in a lopsided grin. The light glints off the metal (stolen from the guard that tried to stop her when she first escaped, before the craftsman was finally taken from her face) and she stands to walk towards the boy. When she reaches him, she leans close, and her smile simply widens.

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“You’re th’new kid, aren’t ya?”

At first he pays her no attention. He’s wandering again, walking the halls with bare feet in search of something to do, something to keep his mind busy, wearing a sheet he’s taken from some poor soul’s bed. He is adrift, both in mind and body. It’s only when she approaches that he acknowledges her, and promptly moves away, not wanting to be so crowded.

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“Yeah, what of it?”

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