RP starters - Pain of Salvations Lyrics version

          Had her eyes been staring at the decaying wallpaper peeling from the wall of that inn forgotten by the gods when Barto asked that question. Her gaze travelled, adrift, through the broken vase shards over the wet carpet, to end up in her brother’s boots, travelling up his wounded shins and and dirty trouser’s knee where his hand, with crossed fingers, rested.

Barto had been practicing his new adquired skill all afternoon, just like her. She had eaten her Devil Fruit a while ago, but asides of the basics of self-defense and turning into snow and creating a blizzard she could do nothing else. And that had to change. 

She wanted to cool down the room and try to create a snowstorm inside of the room, but Barto wasn’t wearing enough clothing and she certainly didn’t want him to get sick. Next day in the market she’d steal some clothes for him. They didn’t have any money for food, let alone for warm clothing, so they had to steal it or starve.

She extended her hand, focusing on the fingertips and making them turn into snowflakes that started to waft. Both of them needed to master their powers if they wanted to survive from now on.

— ❝ If we lose control?❞ 

             It was a question that she had also been wondering about earlier, but the answer was rather simple. Monet was that focused on her fingers turning to snow that her eyes started to get watery.

    — ❝ –then someone dies.❞