Amalia
only lonely hid the morning from the stars
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From the top of the hill she watches the sunset, breath catching in reverence as the sky shifts from blue to radiant gold, swathes of maroon cutting the gilding, the blood of the heavens ignited, ablaze. For hours and days she has waited for this: a perfect place, a cloudless day, a sensation of readiness under her skin, stillness and peace upon her heart. Safrin deserves nothing less than all the girl can give: love and devotion, ardent respect, her body, her heart, her soul. To be charged in her healing, to grow starlight and silence, well...
Amalia can think of no greater honor, no task she would rather take upon herself.
Her choice in companions is a little selfish, a little thoughtful, a little astute. Ronin had been the obvious selection: son of Safrin, a chosen star, already marked for greatness and glory, as loving of the goddess as Amalia herself. Remi, a bright light in a darkened world, skilled and blessed despite his trials, stronger for each one.
Deimos, her own personal guiding star, her beacon in the darkest night, a reminder that life on earth is glorious, too.
And then there is the girl, still bemused, still lost, a starwhale companion and three infant celestials somehow caught in her orbit, flickering in her wake. To lead such a thing is monumental, entrancing, everything she has ever wanted and feared she would never achieve. Guilt still coils cold in her soul, misery at being the cause of disaster, at leading them all so horribly astray, but it is lessened, dulled by the memory of Vi, and by the presence of the men who join her tonight, to pay tribute and homage to the stars.
She has asked them all to bring simple things: a candle, a gift, and the willingness for song. Amalia herself provides the rest, and as the sunset deepens in color she brings from her bag the tools she has collected. Paper and pen (an owl-feather quill that Deimos will certainly recognize), seeds from the garden, a beautifully crafted loaf of cinnamon bread, wrought in the shape of a star, and an old, ornate lantern of silver and gold, an heirloom from her family passed down through the years.
In the fading light of the setting sun, the Shield of Safrin looks at her companions, a shy, hopeful smile on her expressive face. "Are you ready to heal a goddess?"
PQ to build a new shrine for Safrin!
1. Remi
2. Ronin
3. Deimos
No posting order this round
Amalia can think of no greater honor, no task she would rather take upon herself.
Her choice in companions is a little selfish, a little thoughtful, a little astute. Ronin had been the obvious selection: son of Safrin, a chosen star, already marked for greatness and glory, as loving of the goddess as Amalia herself. Remi, a bright light in a darkened world, skilled and blessed despite his trials, stronger for each one.
Deimos, her own personal guiding star, her beacon in the darkest night, a reminder that life on earth is glorious, too.
And then there is the girl, still bemused, still lost, a starwhale companion and three infant celestials somehow caught in her orbit, flickering in her wake. To lead such a thing is monumental, entrancing, everything she has ever wanted and feared she would never achieve. Guilt still coils cold in her soul, misery at being the cause of disaster, at leading them all so horribly astray, but it is lessened, dulled by the memory of Vi, and by the presence of the men who join her tonight, to pay tribute and homage to the stars.
She has asked them all to bring simple things: a candle, a gift, and the willingness for song. Amalia herself provides the rest, and as the sunset deepens in color she brings from her bag the tools she has collected. Paper and pen (an owl-feather quill that Deimos will certainly recognize), seeds from the garden, a beautifully crafted loaf of cinnamon bread, wrought in the shape of a star, and an old, ornate lantern of silver and gold, an heirloom from her family passed down through the years.
In the fading light of the setting sun, the Shield of Safrin looks at her companions, a shy, hopeful smile on her expressive face. "Are you ready to heal a goddess?"
PQ to build a new shrine for Safrin!
1. Remi
2. Ronin
3. Deimos
No posting order this round
