Amalia
only lonely hid the morning from the stars
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Amalia watches in reverent wonder as Safrin once more sits at her side, starlit and beautiful, vibrantly aglow. Trying not to look foolish with her joy, she sits in silence, her hands in her lap, letting the starwhale drift over to Safrin and curl up, cooing, upon her legs.
Leaning back upon the tree, Amalia turns dark eyes to the sky, letting Safrin's story soothe her ears. A smile presses on her lips; she laughs, amused by the idea that they could capture the sun - though in truth the girl is one of the few likely to believe it could be done. She believes in far more wondrous things, magic and purpose, divinity and skill. "Do you think they could?" she asks her shyly, "Capture the sun? Or even a star?" How wonderful, to be the bearer of starlight, to keep the cosmos in her hands.
Though... glancing at the starwhale who sleeps beside the goddess, Amalia cannot help but think that maybe she already has.
Leaning back upon the tree, Amalia turns dark eyes to the sky, letting Safrin's story soothe her ears. A smile presses on her lips; she laughs, amused by the idea that they could capture the sun - though in truth the girl is one of the few likely to believe it could be done. She believes in far more wondrous things, magic and purpose, divinity and skill. "Do you think they could?" she asks her shyly, "Capture the sun? Or even a star?" How wonderful, to be the bearer of starlight, to keep the cosmos in her hands.
Though... glancing at the starwhale who sleeps beside the goddess, Amalia cannot help but think that maybe she already has.
