Amalia
only lonely hid the morning from the stars
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"Everyone deserves life." A breath, an exhale; she cannot hold it back, for it is a truth she feels deeply as her bones. Everyone deserves life, because they have judged it to be so, because life is inherent, complete, a gift of the gods.
Everyone deserves life, and everyone deserves death. Thus the world moves on, is born and broken and burnt and rebuilt.
They exit the dark - or rather, the darkness changes around them, now punctuated by pinpricks of light. Amalia turns her gaze from Vi, inhaling sharply at the beauty of the scene, the wonder if life's birth and creation. From the darkness a trio of stars appears, and the girl cannot help it: she reaches out with slender fingers letting them dance between, her onyx eyes reflecting them like a midnight sky.
But they are nothing next to the thing he says. Turning back, the baker is speechless, tears pricking behind her stare. "I will," she whispers. I will do anything you ask. The stars dance around her, not unlike Jyoti, and the girl fights between an urge to hug the god or prostrate herself, ultimately settling in a dazzling smile, wonder and delight and the heat of purpose flaring in her face. "I'll put them somewhere outside, where she can watch them." For a moment she selfishly considers building the shrine in the garden of her bakery, but it seems petty to hoard such wonder for herself.
Bowing her head again, Amalia keeps her eyes on him, the flowers in his hair, the beauty of his face. "Thank you, Vi. I... I will do my best, to do well. To honor you, and Life. To stay on the right side of the line."
Everyone deserves life, and everyone deserves death. Thus the world moves on, is born and broken and burnt and rebuilt.
They exit the dark - or rather, the darkness changes around them, now punctuated by pinpricks of light. Amalia turns her gaze from Vi, inhaling sharply at the beauty of the scene, the wonder if life's birth and creation. From the darkness a trio of stars appears, and the girl cannot help it: she reaches out with slender fingers letting them dance between, her onyx eyes reflecting them like a midnight sky.
But they are nothing next to the thing he says. Turning back, the baker is speechless, tears pricking behind her stare. "I will," she whispers. I will do anything you ask. The stars dance around her, not unlike Jyoti, and the girl fights between an urge to hug the god or prostrate herself, ultimately settling in a dazzling smile, wonder and delight and the heat of purpose flaring in her face. "I'll put them somewhere outside, where she can watch them." For a moment she selfishly considers building the shrine in the garden of her bakery, but it seems petty to hoard such wonder for herself.
Bowing her head again, Amalia keeps her eyes on him, the flowers in his hair, the beauty of his face. "Thank you, Vi. I... I will do my best, to do well. To honor you, and Life. To stay on the right side of the line."
