Amalia
she was afraid of heights
Revolution. It feels too early to call it that, as though by naming the thing they are doing they give more power to the thing they resist. Instead she thinks of it as resistance, or if she truly feels like deceiving herself, a gathering of minds. Anxiety pulls like leeches at her blood, tears against her sinew, flounders through her mind, and if she looks too close she will fall apart, dissolve into a million pieces of terror and doubt and fury and dismay.
The girl was not built for a world like this: wide and wily, betrayals and sedition, where friendship may change at a moment's note. So for now she ignores it and goes about her day, tries to play at normalcy while waiting for the night. Start the bake; change the loaves; make deliveries; clean the shop. If she follows the rituals she will not fall apart, will not fray at the seams and come entirely undone.
And then, at last, it is night, and she can no longer ignore the danger she faces, the thing that she has built. So she descends to the cellar, the little door half-hidden behind a bush of lavender, and begins to set up for theirrevolution gathering of the minds. In true Chandrakant fashion this somehow entails cutting up four loaves of bread, setting out two jars of jams, pulling a bag of jerky from from storage, and boiling a pot of tea.
And then she sits, the mug in her fists, alone in a corner, waiting.
Welcome to the Resistance! You have 48 hours from the time this thread went up to reply with your character arriving. After that Amalia will call the meeting to order. If your character has anything in particular they want on the agenda please have them mention it to her as they arrive. You're welcome to join in after Amalia's second post, I just want to get the ball rolling!
The girl was not built for a world like this: wide and wily, betrayals and sedition, where friendship may change at a moment's note. So for now she ignores it and goes about her day, tries to play at normalcy while waiting for the night. Start the bake; change the loaves; make deliveries; clean the shop. If she follows the rituals she will not fall apart, will not fray at the seams and come entirely undone.
And then, at last, it is night, and she can no longer ignore the danger she faces, the thing that she has built. So she descends to the cellar, the little door half-hidden behind a bush of lavender, and begins to set up for their
And then she sits, the mug in her fists, alone in a corner, waiting.
Welcome to the Resistance! You have 48 hours from the time this thread went up to reply with your character arriving. After that Amalia will call the meeting to order. If your character has anything in particular they want on the agenda please have them mention it to her as they arrive. You're welcome to join in after Amalia's second post, I just want to get the ball rolling!
but she was much more afraid
of never flying
