Answers In The Stars

Amalia I took the stars from our eyes and I made a map Together they sit upon the grass, enjoying the final days of sunlight before winter takes them in its grasp, before darkness falls again. Amalia laughs lightly at Adam, raising a brow in wry response. "Oh did you? Does that mean you wandered through the wilderness just to see me?" She bats her eyelashes playfully, nudging his shoulder with her own. "Careful, Adam, people might talk, and what would Peter think?" Ah, but gods are always a good way to distract her, and Amalia easily falls into the new topic, tilting her face up to look at the sky. "Hmm... lots of things, I guess. I tell her about my day, or about things I learned. Sometimes I just sing to her." Her face flushes a little and she shrugs uncomfortably, suddenly aware how foolish it must seem, her fascination with and adoration for the Gods whose love must encompass the world. But Adam's next question draws her back, her smile blooming as she sits up straight. "Of course you can," she answers gently, turning her head to look at Jyoti perched up on the shrine. "You can always pray to her. She loves the attention." A cloud passes over her face, clouding her expression for a moment. "She... she may not answer., though. Especially now, since she's sick. But she will hear." And I knew that somehow I could find my way back