Amalia
only lonely hid the morning from the stars
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Amalia says nothing in response, just watches Jyoti enjoy the shower of stars, nibbling thoughtfully at her lip. For the first time she thinks she may understand the New Gods: not their ambition, their need to overthrow, but the longing to be part of something bigger, to bask more closely in the radiance of divinity. What must it be like to sit among stars, stir the heavens with a brush of her finger, bless the world with a gentle kiss? Magical- but dangerous, to strive for what mortals were not meant to have.
So she lets the thought go, sitting back with a sigh, her head on the tree and her arms around her knees. Glancing at Safrin, the girl smiles shyly, pleased with this moment beyond what words can say. "Thank you, Safrin," she whispers softly, before turning onyx eyes back to the dancing of the stars.
So she lets the thought go, sitting back with a sigh, her head on the tree and her arms around her knees. Glancing at Safrin, the girl smiles shyly, pleased with this moment beyond what words can say. "Thank you, Safrin," she whispers softly, before turning onyx eyes back to the dancing of the stars.
