Amalia smiles at Seiji's reply, a little of the color returning to her eyes. At least he is okay, at least there is someone this place has spared, who maintains strength and conviction in the dark. It is enough to let her release Jyoti, the calf's curiosity pulling at her mind. Still she remains withdrawn, lost, pulling her arms around her chest as though to ward off some chill only she can feel. She does not move away as he approaches, but remains, statuesque, bathed in starlight and the breath of ghosts.
Her hair hangs lose about her face, framing angled features, making her look a little wild, a little like a waif. Raising a slender hand, she pushes one side behind her ear; the other continues to move in the wind. His next question does more to ease her, though, her face noticably softening as she turns to the floating whale, the starlit being who bridges the gaps between her and the world. "She is," the baker answers fondly, her dark gaze following as the whale swims toward the man. "Her name is Jyoti. She fell from the sky."
It is incomplete, the story, but the full one is too long, and she doubts he wants to hear the length of her tale. Where would it begin? With a star that plummeted to earth? With her capture? Her freedom? Her losses? Her birth? Amalia sighs a little, surprisingly tired, this place having sapped her energy as it ever does. Looking out across the nothing, she lets her arms fall to her sides. "How have you been, Seiji?"
Her hair hangs lose about her face, framing angled features, making her look a little wild, a little like a waif. Raising a slender hand, she pushes one side behind her ear; the other continues to move in the wind. His next question does more to ease her, though, her face noticably softening as she turns to the floating whale, the starlit being who bridges the gaps between her and the world. "She is," the baker answers fondly, her dark gaze following as the whale swims toward the man. "Her name is Jyoti. She fell from the sky."
It is incomplete, the story, but the full one is too long, and she doubts he wants to hear the length of her tale. Where would it begin? With a star that plummeted to earth? With her capture? Her freedom? Her losses? Her birth? Amalia sighs a little, surprisingly tired, this place having sapped her energy as it ever does. Looking out across the nothing, she lets her arms fall to her sides. "How have you been, Seiji?"
Amalia & Jyoti
born from dark water, daughters of the rain and snow
