Amalia
only lonely hid the morning from the stars
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Amalia watches Ronin work, growing more and more excited as the sketch comes together, the design appearing like magic beneath his skilled hands. Every now and then she pauses to make a suggestion, but overall his idea is wonderful, and the girl is quietly pleased with herself for assigning him the task. "We could hang the lantern over it?" Pointing at the space around the center, she tries to explain the thought without smudging his drawing. "That way there's room for a fire below, but the light will stay up even if it goes out."
As Deimos and Remi begin construction, Amalia and Jyoti go to find wood, taking Ronin with them into a nearby copse of trees. By the time they return the altar is nearly complete, breathtakingly beautiful in white stone and delicate work. "Oh," the Shield exhales softly, her dark eyes damp with happiness and tears. "Oh, it's perfect." The smile she flashes each of the men is vibrant and grateful; affection and happiness well in her breast, and for the first time since Safrin's fall the girl begins to truly believe that all will be okay.
Depositing her kindling in the middle of the altar, Amalia begins to make a fire, drawing flint and steel from her bag. Once it is lit she sits back on the grass, enjoying the heat and light of it, the way the embers dance into the sky. For a few minutes she simply admires and chats, enjoying the beauty of the cloudless night, the peace which settles at last in her heart.
But there is more on her agenda. Grabbing up the paper she brought, Amalia passes it out among them, making sure each man has a piece. "So... I thought we might compose something for Safrin. It can be a song, or a drawing, or whatever you like. Then we'll burn the pages, so the smoke carries it up to her."
Draw/Write/Fold/whatever your paper into something Safrin might like! Doesn't have to be perfect, just something nice for her.
As Deimos and Remi begin construction, Amalia and Jyoti go to find wood, taking Ronin with them into a nearby copse of trees. By the time they return the altar is nearly complete, breathtakingly beautiful in white stone and delicate work. "Oh," the Shield exhales softly, her dark eyes damp with happiness and tears. "Oh, it's perfect." The smile she flashes each of the men is vibrant and grateful; affection and happiness well in her breast, and for the first time since Safrin's fall the girl begins to truly believe that all will be okay.
Depositing her kindling in the middle of the altar, Amalia begins to make a fire, drawing flint and steel from her bag. Once it is lit she sits back on the grass, enjoying the heat and light of it, the way the embers dance into the sky. For a few minutes she simply admires and chats, enjoying the beauty of the cloudless night, the peace which settles at last in her heart.
But there is more on her agenda. Grabbing up the paper she brought, Amalia passes it out among them, making sure each man has a piece. "So... I thought we might compose something for Safrin. It can be a song, or a drawing, or whatever you like. Then we'll burn the pages, so the smoke carries it up to her."
Draw/Write/Fold/whatever your paper into something Safrin might like! Doesn't have to be perfect, just something nice for her.
