Amalia
she was afraid of heights
For a moment everything goes right. The bugs subside, her body relaxes, the net is successful, and then-
-vines snap up in place of the insects, and she watches as Jigano and Dlah are snagged, and then-
-a cry and a loud bang go off, and a burst of fire, and Amalia turns around, her leopard head whipping back as hear blooms through the small space and Deimos is thrown back, and then-
-And then she can see nothing, because th Earth has formed a dome around them, and they are separated once more. For a moment Amalia considers abandoning her purpose, clawing her way back out to Deimos, fear for her lover momentarily paramount, the terror of impending loss snarling at her throat. He can't- he has to- and she can't- but she wants to-
Be okay, she silently prays, tears burning at her feline eyes. Safrin, Vi, let him be okay. Mort can't have him yet. He's still mine.
Then she turns her claws and attention back to the matter at hand. Delah us wild with impending success, and Jigano tells her to keep digging, so she does, claws pulling into the vines, teeth tearing through tangled snarls. She lets her own prayers join the Fae's. We're going to help you, to get you back into the sun. Vi and Safrin are waiting, and Mort and Rae. I am sorry this happened, but we won't give up. You can have our memories and stories. Let us take you to the light.
Ama continues digging, trying to break more vines while calling out to the tulmhainar as well.
-vines snap up in place of the insects, and she watches as Jigano and Dlah are snagged, and then-
-a cry and a loud bang go off, and a burst of fire, and Amalia turns around, her leopard head whipping back as hear blooms through the small space and Deimos is thrown back, and then-
-And then she can see nothing, because th Earth has formed a dome around them, and they are separated once more. For a moment Amalia considers abandoning her purpose, clawing her way back out to Deimos, fear for her lover momentarily paramount, the terror of impending loss snarling at her throat. He can't- he has to- and she can't- but she wants to-
Be okay, she silently prays, tears burning at her feline eyes. Safrin, Vi, let him be okay. Mort can't have him yet. He's still mine.
Then she turns her claws and attention back to the matter at hand. Delah us wild with impending success, and Jigano tells her to keep digging, so she does, claws pulling into the vines, teeth tearing through tangled snarls. She lets her own prayers join the Fae's. We're going to help you, to get you back into the sun. Vi and Safrin are waiting, and Mort and Rae. I am sorry this happened, but we won't give up. You can have our memories and stories. Let us take you to the light.
Ama continues digging, trying to break more vines while calling out to the tulmhainar as well.
but she was much more afraid
of never flying
