AURELIA
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
Bare feet stamp through dry sand, carrying Aurelia towards the edges of the coast at a steady pace. In the time it's taken her to realize that she's an aptly-named 'Abandoned', to tell the truth of her past to Milo, and go out on an incredibly fruitless endeavor to sAvE a StArWhAlE, she hasn't had much time or mental fortitude to do things that are normal for her. Like morning runs. Maybe some semblance of normality will be helpful, will push through it all.
She's barely begun when she comes across a woman with wild red hair and digging tools, searching the sand. It's Melita, she realizes with a start. Well, her endeavor to do something normal will have to wait for another time.
Her feet pad over the sands, though she slows to a stop as she reaches a discarded shovel. "Melita?" Her voice is full of curiosity and maybe a little bit of confusion. The shovel is retrieved from the sand and she examines it before lifting her gaze back up. "What are you looking for?" There's an unspoken and do you need help? hanging on the edge of her words.
She's barely begun when she comes across a woman with wild red hair and digging tools, searching the sand. It's Melita, she realizes with a start. Well, her endeavor to do something normal will have to wait for another time.
Her feet pad over the sands, though she slows to a stop as she reaches a discarded shovel. "Melita?" Her voice is full of curiosity and maybe a little bit of confusion. The shovel is retrieved from the sand and she examines it before lifting her gaze back up. "What are you looking for?" There's an unspoken and do you need help? hanging on the edge of her words.
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
