Amalia
THE SHIELD OF SAFRIN
I THINK IT'S BEAUTIFUL HOW A STAR'S LIGHT
She cranes her neck to look back at him, but suddenly her vision is obscured.travels the universe long after it dies
By wings.
Her wings.
"Oh," Amalia breathes softly, her black eyes trailing over the lengths of the massive, beautiful appendages. "I dreamed about these-" Or had she seen them already, manifested when everything bled together in the flushed, febrile world? Regardless, the development is rather amazing, just as every change has been. She pushes out with her will and is shocked to see the limbs move responsively, her familiarity with wings from the owl shift making it easy to coax them now.
Turning around to face her Father, the Shield practically beams with pleasure, delight brightening her onyx eyes. "I will always trust in you," she promises fervently, adoringly, her vision blurred by tears. "Thank you, Father, for guiding me. I will go to the Climb and do what I can to understand this illness. And I will keep doing the work of life, as best I can. Until it is time for you to call me again."
that's what I want to be in this world —
SOMEONE WHOSE LIGHT LINGERS AFTER I'M GONE
