AURELIA
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
Aurelia, having been to King's End once already, has taken to a quick pace. She is sure-footed as she leads the way through, even if her confidence is a bit forced. Having been here once is not enough to know every mystery beneath the soil, every twist and turn of the path less traveled by.
She's led them away from the Boondocks, to face more of the unknown, her back to the wind and sun and earthen monuments. Her gaze scans the ground, looking for signs of danger or evidence of nature's warnings. For most of the trek, she is quiet, introspective. Her mind wanders with the breeze, thinking of Safrin, wondering if perhaps there are shrines to pray to the goddess here.
It's only when they crest one of the End's many rolling, vast hills that her footfalls falter. She halts, straightening against the landscape that sprawls out before them in an array of colorful blooms. Her brows raise in surprise at the discovery and then slowly furrow with confusion. A large, well-tended garden - as it would appear - rests between stone benches and scattered altars.
Turning to look at Melita, Aurelia scans her face for her reaction. "I've been here before but... I never saw this," she remarks thoughtfully, letting her gaze draw back to it.
She's led them away from the Boondocks, to face more of the unknown, her back to the wind and sun and earthen monuments. Her gaze scans the ground, looking for signs of danger or evidence of nature's warnings. For most of the trek, she is quiet, introspective. Her mind wanders with the breeze, thinking of Safrin, wondering if perhaps there are shrines to pray to the goddess here.
It's only when they crest one of the End's many rolling, vast hills that her footfalls falter. She halts, straightening against the landscape that sprawls out before them in an array of colorful blooms. Her brows raise in surprise at the discovery and then slowly furrow with confusion. A large, well-tended garden - as it would appear - rests between stone benches and scattered altars.
Turning to look at Melita, Aurelia scans her face for her reaction. "I've been here before but... I never saw this," she remarks thoughtfully, letting her gaze draw back to it.
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
