Burning it Down

YOU SAID THERE'S SOMETHING ABOUT THE MOON IT ROSE TOO SOON AND WE'RE DOING WHAT WE SHOULD Amalia leaves her second beetle at the north end of the log, offering another prayer to Vi for the life she is sacrificing. The fire is nearly doused, at least; only a few smoldering embers remain, and some wayward flickers of escaped flame. She pulses her agreement with Jigano's assessment, pushing with tired and powerful wings to pursue him to where the blue jays cry, another flock of beetles clearly in their view. After this we should shift back to human to stamp out any remaining embers. Her mental voice is beginning to sound strained, the effort of lugging beetles catching up to her at last. Clicking her beak stubbornly, Amalia once again dives, claws outstretched, reaching down to wrap her talons around an unsuspecting bug. And then a surge of adrenaline as she pushes up, wings besting against gravity and weariness as she turns around to once more approach the fire, makeshift brigade of birds in her wake. a m a l i a You said it's life that moves too much We're losing touch But I'm not losing you