Aurelia
Maybe it's not the end of the world
Maybe we'll find some kind of silver line
Maybe we'll find some kind of silver line
As Hadama settled in amongst the wild flowers, she sat properly and curled her tail around her paws. Even though he didn't speak aloud and her ears didn't twitch to pick up on the sound of his voice, her eyes gleamed and her head made minute, sympathetic motions to show that she was indeed listening.
His mind seemed to drift for a moment and Aurelia wondered what he was thinking about, her curiosity a small blip across the telepathic tether between them. But she found herself thinking, too -- of that great event and all the things that had happened since Starfall. Much of which she was a stranger to, having spent the past five years alone in the Oerwoud. But she knew that it must have been a trying time for civilization.
His question reached her and she blinked, surprised by it. Oh, years. Safrin attuned me a long time ago, and I've spent at least half of that time shifted. Living in the Wilds, it was a lot easier to survive that way. And... easier to let go of the very human emotions that often weighed me down.
A bee bumbled past her nose and she watched as it found purchase on a nearby flower. How long have you been King? What has it been like, to wear the crown during all this?
His mind seemed to drift for a moment and Aurelia wondered what he was thinking about, her curiosity a small blip across the telepathic tether between them. But she found herself thinking, too -- of that great event and all the things that had happened since Starfall. Much of which she was a stranger to, having spent the past five years alone in the Oerwoud. But she knew that it must have been a trying time for civilization.
His question reached her and she blinked, surprised by it. Oh, years. Safrin attuned me a long time ago, and I've spent at least half of that time shifted. Living in the Wilds, it was a lot easier to survive that way. And... easier to let go of the very human emotions that often weighed me down.
A bee bumbled past her nose and she watched as it found purchase on a nearby flower. How long have you been King? What has it been like, to wear the crown during all this?
And somewhere down it
we're bound to doubt it
we're bound to doubt it
