Adelaida was tired.
Nothing unusual, life was always just exhausting. From her outstretched palm she shot out a twenty-foot plume of brilliant fire - first green, then red, and then slowly tracing the spectrum of light until white. A pyrotechnic showing in the middle of the night; maybe some lucky passers-by saw the flames and enjoyed the brief distraction.
She too needed a distraction. Manta Carlos was safe, but tiring as always. The voices had shut up now that she'd vented the blaze within, and now there was nothing but starlight and cold concrete keeping her company on the rooftop.
Nothing unusual, life was always just exhausting. From her outstretched palm she shot out a twenty-foot plume of brilliant fire - first green, then red, and then slowly tracing the spectrum of light until white. A pyrotechnic showing in the middle of the night; maybe some lucky passers-by saw the flames and enjoyed the brief distraction.
She too needed a distraction. Manta Carlos was safe, but tiring as always. The voices had shut up now that she'd vented the blaze within, and now there was nothing but starlight and cold concrete keeping her company on the rooftop.
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