this pair of wings worn and rusted from too many years by my side
Jyoti dances down obligingly to swim against Astra's side, the starwhale checking her friend for injuries and offering what reassurance she can. Amalia, meanwhile, inches closer, reaching out for Loren's hand. "That's not true. I came to see you. And I'm definitely real. See?" She extends her grasp further, trying to keep his eyes on hers, to lay her fingers over his-
And then his hand flies into the fire, and Amalia lets out a panicked half-scream.
"Loren!" Surging forward the Shield attempts to wrap her arms around the filthy figure of her friend, to pull him back away from the heat. At the same time she casts her barrier upon him - a way to keep him safe, should she fail. The urge to gag is hard to resist, but somehow she holds out. "Loren, hey, no. The fire won't help."
And then his hand flies into the fire, and Amalia lets out a panicked half-scream.
"Loren!" Surging forward the Shield attempts to wrap her arms around the filthy figure of her friend, to pull him back away from the heat. At the same time she casts her barrier upon him - a way to keep him safe, should she fail. The urge to gag is hard to resist, but somehow she holds out. "Loren, hey, no. The fire won't help."
