Amalia
only lonely hid the morning from the stars
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Sitting cross-legged next to Deimos, Amalia smiles at the trio of men, her dark eyes sparking with purpose and starlight as the daylight continues to wane. She slips her fingers against his as the sun continues to set, pointing out constellations, tracing stories in the sky. If asked a year ago where she expected to be the answer certainly would not be this: on a hill at nightfall looking into the sky, accompanied by a starwhale and a trio of Outlanders, getting ready to leave infant stars in a shrine to heal her ailing goddess.
It is mystifying and marvelous, and Amalia cannot think of anywhere she would rather be.
Exhaling, the girl looks up to the stars as Jyoti circles lazily overhead. "I don't have much of a plan yet," she murmurs. "The lantern - I don't know if there's a way to make sure it stays lit forever. Jyoti wanted to try filling it with her starlight, but we're not sure how long that'll last. Or we could just put a candle, but I thought it might make a nice centerpiece. Otherwise I'm not... not great at design. Ronin, maybe you could sketch up an idea? And Remi and Deimos could make the pieces we need?"
Chewing anxiously on her lip, Amalia glances between the men before rising and moving to her bag, collecting the lantern and bread. The bread she leaves for any to snack on; the lantern she carries to the middle of the area, opening it up for Jyoti to stars into and waiting to see if they will take.
Step one: construction! Ronin (and whoever else has input), sketch us up a plan. Remi and Deimos, make us some pieces. We'll all work together to put them in place.
It is mystifying and marvelous, and Amalia cannot think of anywhere she would rather be.
Exhaling, the girl looks up to the stars as Jyoti circles lazily overhead. "I don't have much of a plan yet," she murmurs. "The lantern - I don't know if there's a way to make sure it stays lit forever. Jyoti wanted to try filling it with her starlight, but we're not sure how long that'll last. Or we could just put a candle, but I thought it might make a nice centerpiece. Otherwise I'm not... not great at design. Ronin, maybe you could sketch up an idea? And Remi and Deimos could make the pieces we need?"
Chewing anxiously on her lip, Amalia glances between the men before rising and moving to her bag, collecting the lantern and bread. The bread she leaves for any to snack on; the lantern she carries to the middle of the area, opening it up for Jyoti to stars into and waiting to see if they will take.
Step one: construction! Ronin (and whoever else has input), sketch us up a plan. Remi and Deimos, make us some pieces. We'll all work together to put them in place.
