Amalia
only lonely hid the morning from the stars
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The glimmer of steel is not lost on the girl, who turns back to Safrin with concern in her eyes. She wishes she could know more, reach out and take the goddess' hand; she hopes that Safrin does not feel alone, but she knows, too, there is nothing she could offer, a meager mortal, a fading star.
In her lap Jyoti stirs, woken by her companion's concern, yawning widely and exhaling a plume of starlight into Amalia's face. Soothed, she returns her attention to the child, fingers tracing delicate figures down the caetean's back. "So she will never go home-" and the girl's heart aches, breaks for the life which has been lost. She is not adequate, not enough to replace the world Jyoti left behind, but she supposes she must try. It is all she can ever do.
"Will you help me? I don't know how to care for her..."
In her lap Jyoti stirs, woken by her companion's concern, yawning widely and exhaling a plume of starlight into Amalia's face. Soothed, she returns her attention to the child, fingers tracing delicate figures down the caetean's back. "So she will never go home-" and the girl's heart aches, breaks for the life which has been lost. She is not adequate, not enough to replace the world Jyoti left behind, but she supposes she must try. It is all she can ever do.
"Will you help me? I don't know how to care for her..."
