[SE] If the Sun Should Fall

YOU SAID THERE'S SOMETHING ABOUT THE MOON IT ROSE TOO SOON AND WE'RE DOING WHAT WE SHOULD Jyoti swims in a lazy figure eight, circling Amalia and Jigano's feet with the infinite interest of those new to the world. Watching through soft black eyes, she wiggles her toes in response, chuckling quietly as the whale blows bubbly starlight between them. "It's a game, I think- they do it figuratively. I saw some children trying to catch it from the river." She is surprised by Jigano's suden steel, pulling away to look up in interest at the silver haired man. But then she softens, realizing why his tone had changed: she had been similarly on edge on once more seeing the fox, believing him to have had a hand in their disappearance, their stealth. Laying a soothing hand on his arm, Amalia tries to set her friend at ease. "He did not know about the ambush. He was given safe passage by another Fae. He does not work with Delah." Leaning forward, knees on her elbows, the girl looks toward the horizon again, a frown growing between her brows. "He's been alone here for a long time, I think. He's just as trapped as us." Summoned by her companion's turn to the morose, Jyoti swims into Amalia's arms, lying upon the girls lap with a pointed, soothing coo. The girl reaches suddenly down, scooping up the calf in a hug before releasing it to rest in the crook of her arm, fingers gently tracing the constellations reflected on its skin. a m a l i a You said it's life that moves too much We're losing touch But I'm not losing you