the darkest nights produce the brightest stars
After oceans, after mountains, after leviathans so large as to be invisible-
After it all she leads them here to an altar of the gods.
Littered with bubbles and baubles of ice, it is a beautiful edifice in an unfriendly land, something familiar, easily identifiable. Sacred- and oh, how Amalia clings to those small and sacred things, finds solace in their constancy, the history written in worn out stone. Touching down on starlit wings, Amalia wonders if the marks of her talons will live beyond her presence.
If any part of her, however small, will persist past the point when she is gone.
Shifting into leopard skin, Amalia glances back to her companions, making sure they have landed beside her before padding closer to the Shrines. Look. The gods are here. The comfort this knowledge gives the girl is palpable through the bond. Leaning her face closer to one of the icy bubbles, she exhales softly against it, causing the glass to steam. Maybe they can guide us.
After it all she leads them here to an altar of the gods.
Littered with bubbles and baubles of ice, it is a beautiful edifice in an unfriendly land, something familiar, easily identifiable. Sacred- and oh, how Amalia clings to those small and sacred things, finds solace in their constancy, the history written in worn out stone. Touching down on starlit wings, Amalia wonders if the marks of her talons will live beyond her presence.
If any part of her, however small, will persist past the point when she is gone.
Shifting into leopard skin, Amalia glances back to her companions, making sure they have landed beside her before padding closer to the Shrines. Look. The gods are here. The comfort this knowledge gives the girl is palpable through the bond. Leaning her face closer to one of the icy bubbles, she exhales softly against it, causing the glass to steam. Maybe they can guide us.
