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@denali-christianson

*Also coughs, diving to cover up the computer screen with a picture of a rattlesnake bite* Nope! Definitely not. Never. No. Way! Wouldn’t that be like so cruel if I ever actually did that to one of my characters??? Who would do something like that???

LOL! You’re making life so miserable and hard for your characters! I’m so proud of you, you’ll go far as a writer XD

Oh, in case you want to use it, we previously established the castle can somehow?? speed up healing. (This was necessary because as everyone knows, writers love torturing their characters but then the wounds get in the way of plot and then it’s a pain.) So, use that as you please!

I’M SO DISTURBED AS TO HOW SAHAR AND I ARE LITERALLY THE SAME PERSON!!!!!!!!!!!!! Don’t worry. I don’t plot murder. *coughs* usually…

LOL THIS IS GETTING HYSTERICAL!! I used to be confused as to why everyone relates to Sahar the most, but then I remembered that we’re all writers here and that her key personality traits of knives and drama apply to every writer I’ve ever known XD I just love her, she’s the best! *Busily scheming to get her more screentime*

Sahar

Lorcan literally disappeared before my eyes before appearing again halfway across the room, then climbing up, holding Azar.

Acyn shot me a look and I nodded. I’d seen it too.

“So, that was scientifically impossible and we’ll get back to that,” Acyn said, as the lava was rapidly rising.

The armored man had somehow gotten up to the top and tossed down a rope? A vine? What was it?

“Grab on,” he called down.

I nodded to Acyn, but he gestured for me to go first. I gripped the rope, briefly grateful that I didn’t wear rings. They were pretty but they got in the way too much.

With a swish of my yellow skirts, I wrapped the rope around one foot and pushed myself up. It was a laborious process, and I wasn’t good at it, but it was working. At least it looked impressive, my brightly colored clothes glowed against the light of the lava. I was quite satisfied with the effect.

I glanced down at the glowing lava flooding around us, so high that even Acyn had pulled himself some way up the wall.

I had an unreasonable, irresistible urge to touch it. It was so pretty and glowy and it looked like thick honey.

Acyn saw me staring and shot me a glare that told me he knew exactly how stupid that thought was and he was judging me for it. I smiled back at him. He should be used to it by now.

I was more than halfway up the rope. I leaned backward, trying to see if I could flip upside down. I’d always wanted to try this.

“Sahar, focus,” Acyn called up to me. My eyes widened innocently but considering the fact that I was literally hanging upside down and trying to keep my skirt from falling over my face, there was no denying that I might have gotten a little distracted, perhaps.

I finished the climb, and the others followed. Acyn managed to complain all the way, which was an impressive feat in and of itself.

I laughed and swept my hair back and retired the scarf around my curls.

“That was fun! Can I go again?”

“I’d rather just jump straight into the lava,” Acyn said, pulling himself onto the edge.

He glanced at Lorcan.

“Are you going to kill us now? Should I be afraid?” The amount of sarcasm in his tone couldn’t be sufficiently expressed in words.

I frowned, then glanced at Lorcan. He’d lost his mask, and I was almost surprised to see that he wasn’t bad-looking. I had expected him to be ugly under the mask. There was no specific reason for that deduction, I’d simply assumed that was the only reason anyone would wear something over their face.

He had some scars over his face, but that was nothing to be ashamed of.

“Your scars look interesting! I think they hurt but it really doesn’t look that bad.”

I grinned at him, then twirled around, trying to assess the environment. There was a group of trees that was bizarrely green. They were also moving. Was that a problem?

Oh, new people! A boy stood nearby, glaring at all of us. I smiled, brightly. Between Liorah and Acyn, I somehow seemed to attract glaring people. It was almost funny at this point.

A girl was slung over his shoulder and my smile instantly turned into a worried frown.

I hurried closer.

“Hello! I’m Sahar, it’s nice to meet you, is she alright?” I asked, in one breath.

I touched the girl’s hand, gently, but she only sighed, without waking up. She was covered in blood, and so was the boy.

“Can I help?” I asked, not knowing how but wanting to offer anyway.

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@irishcelticredflowercrown

Okay drum roll guys. Lorcan’s mask is gonna come off. And I need reactions from you all. He’s very very good looking soo maybe a few gasps from the ladies are in order hehe   he has some scars here and there but like really cool ones that make him look awesome

Welll…. you got a reaction! XD In my defense, it was characteristic XD Sahar isn’t the gasping kind and I think she insulted him by being nice again but that’s just how she talks with people and Lorcan “AngstyEdgy” and Sahar “Human embodiment of sunshine” inevitably clash XD