[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 We are not your responsibility- or so her youthful spirit yearns to say, chafing against a series of ties as she stares again into the trees. She has been roped, netted, caught; she has gone from loneliness to family bonds. It is difficult at times for her to accept, to ease into her place among them, to be cared for and protected, valued and held. But she knows that she would feel the same, if she were in his place. Indeed, guilt is a song they can both sing, a tune which unites them by more than blood. Smiling wryly, she shakes her head, amusement and affection melting away resentment in her heart. There will be another time to look at scars, to peer into the wounds that sit under her skin. Today is for reunion, relief; the girl hums softly as he leans against her, slender fingers slipping into his larger hand. "Jyoti rescued me," she laughs, glancing fondly at the whale. "And after that, the tulmhainar..." And as the sun sets at the edge of the sky, Amalia proceeds to tell him the story of the tortoise who held a world. 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