Amalia
only lonely hid the morning from the stars
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It is the third day since her kidnapping, and Amalia has returned to the one place she feels most comfortable: a shrine. Vi and Safrin may not be here, but their presence is felt in the baker's tales, the loreseeker's loving rendition of myth. As the sun falls low and the night draws near Amalia's alto voice rings through the candlelit space, weaving legend for her young companion, a bedtime story of life and stars. The starwhale hums her interest from her place on the girl's lap, tucked in over folded legs. They are lit by starlight, both in the heavens and closer, a projected point of soothing them in this troubled, anxious time.
She wishes she could know the whale's story, learn about her soulmate's home, her journeys through the sky. Jyoti has taken to life on earth gamely, but sometimes she catches her companion gazing at the sky, an aching longing so familiar ringing through their bond. It is part of why they came here: they had been told that from the Observatory starwhales can be seen, passing by in familial pods and lighting up the heavens. But they have yet to see a fleet of starlight, or even another fae. The night is quiet, warm and soothing, only the rustling of leaves and the chatter of distant animals to serenade their pair. As Jyoti drifts in and out of sleep, Amalia runs gentle fingers across the whale's back, leaning against the trunk of a tree and singing softly into the night.
"Silent night, starlit night,
"All is calm, all is bright.
"Lovely Safrin, vassal of Vi,
"Gazes down from the glittering sky,
"Sing the praises of Vi!
"Sing the praises of Vi."
"Silent night, starlit night,
"Watch the moon in its flight.
"Leave your worries within Safrin's care
"Dream my sweetheart, I'll see you there,
"Dancing high in the sky,
"Dancing high in the sky."
"Silent night, starlit night,
"Safrin, grace us with your light.
"Soon the sun will once more arise
"But for now, rest your tired eyes.
"Sleep in heavenly peace,
"Sleep in heavenly peace."
She wishes she could know the whale's story, learn about her soulmate's home, her journeys through the sky. Jyoti has taken to life on earth gamely, but sometimes she catches her companion gazing at the sky, an aching longing so familiar ringing through their bond. It is part of why they came here: they had been told that from the Observatory starwhales can be seen, passing by in familial pods and lighting up the heavens. But they have yet to see a fleet of starlight, or even another fae. The night is quiet, warm and soothing, only the rustling of leaves and the chatter of distant animals to serenade their pair. As Jyoti drifts in and out of sleep, Amalia runs gentle fingers across the whale's back, leaning against the trunk of a tree and singing softly into the night.
"Silent night, starlit night,
"All is calm, all is bright.
"Lovely Safrin, vassal of Vi,
"Gazes down from the glittering sky,
"Sing the praises of Vi!
"Sing the praises of Vi."
"Silent night, starlit night,
"Watch the moon in its flight.
"Leave your worries within Safrin's care
"Dream my sweetheart, I'll see you there,
"Dancing high in the sky,
"Dancing high in the sky."
"Silent night, starlit night,
"Safrin, grace us with your light.
"Soon the sun will once more arise
"But for now, rest your tired eyes.
"Sleep in heavenly peace,
"Sleep in heavenly peace."
