Amalia
she was afraid of heights
"She does?" Amalia cannot say she is surprised, but the reminder that her grandmother is just beyond the veil never fails to send a shock of happiness through her, a peace and safety that is hard, these days, to find. The little Ludo continues to flutter, dancing and spinning over her chest. Its compliment makes the girl flush happily, and she smiles as she stares at the sky, shy and a little pleased. "Maybe I can find someone to help me with it this year. If you would like."
Jyoti bubbles and hums with mirth as she continues to play with the god, too in love with the world to know to be reverent, spatters of starlight fluttering among fabric. "Did the Fae leave the lanterns here?" She glances among them, letting the puppet Ludo rest a moment. "They're beautiful."
Amalia's face grows troubled at the knowledge that the blight is pushing on, the knowledge that even a place like this isn't safe settling like lead in her stomach. "There has to be a way to stop it," she muses, as much to herself as to Ludo. "What will happen to the woods if it continues? And the lanterns?"
Jyoti bubbles and hums with mirth as she continues to play with the god, too in love with the world to know to be reverent, spatters of starlight fluttering among fabric. "Did the Fae leave the lanterns here?" She glances among them, letting the puppet Ludo rest a moment. "They're beautiful."
Amalia's face grows troubled at the knowledge that the blight is pushing on, the knowledge that even a place like this isn't safe settling like lead in her stomach. "There has to be a way to stop it," she muses, as much to herself as to Ludo. "What will happen to the woods if it continues? And the lanterns?"
but she was much more afraid
of never flying
