the darkest nights produce the brightest stars
She's sorry to watch the hope wash away, to see the lines around Arialla's smile. But truth is more valuable than false hope, Amalia thinks. She would be the first to admit her mistake, should a way to send them home be found.
But she'll also be the last to say it's possible, when time and evidence and the gods themselves have told her it is not.
"Of course. Here- for the road." Pressing a loaf of honey wheat bread across the counter to the girl, Amalia smiles weakly. "I hope to see you soon, Arialla. May Visit keep you."
{Fin}
But she'll also be the last to say it's possible, when time and evidence and the gods themselves have told her it is not.
"Of course. Here- for the road." Pressing a loaf of honey wheat bread across the counter to the girl, Amalia smiles weakly. "I hope to see you soon, Arialla. May Visit keep you."
{Fin}
