Amalia
don't make a shadow of yourself, always shutting out the light
She had hoped to find a basket but instead she found a tree, overwhelmingly gorgeous in a forest of beauty, with bark like skin and a city of roots. Coming upon it had been unintentional, but not unwelcome: Amalia had allowed Jyoti to lead as she collected supple sticks, content to follow the curious starwhale, trusting in her soulmate's ability to guide. Singing softly, they are a strange pair, almost ethereal among the trees. Starlight and sunlight they flutter and dance, thoroughly enjoying the shade of the forest, the respite it offers from an oppressive heat.
By the time they reach the ancient tree they have collected a great deal of (all fallen - they know better than to pluck from this foliage) branches, supple and fit to be bound up with twine. All of that work is quickly forgotten as a new wonder rises into their sight. Amalia gasps, her onyx eyes glowing as she looks upon the goddess, childlike elation blooming in her breast. There is only one thing to be done, one step to take, one answer to an unsaid question.
Surprisingly light on her feline feet, Amalia scrambles up onto the wood, her branches tucked securely in her bag. Barefoot, arms extended, the girl balances lightly on elevated foundations, easily finding a comfortable stride, leaping dexterously from root to root and in search of the perfect place to settle and work.
By the time they reach the ancient tree they have collected a great deal of (all fallen - they know better than to pluck from this foliage) branches, supple and fit to be bound up with twine. All of that work is quickly forgotten as a new wonder rises into their sight. Amalia gasps, her onyx eyes glowing as she looks upon the goddess, childlike elation blooming in her breast. There is only one thing to be done, one step to take, one answer to an unsaid question.
Surprisingly light on her feline feet, Amalia scrambles up onto the wood, her branches tucked securely in her bag. Barefoot, arms extended, the girl balances lightly on elevated foundations, easily finding a comfortable stride, leaping dexterously from root to root and in search of the perfect place to settle and work.
