AMALIA
meet me where the falling stars live
Vi.
Amalia feels the pull of him on her soul, the presence of her beloved god in the marrow of her bones. She has been waiting for this moment, for Deepfrost to fall, for the time to arrive when the world would be saved- and oh, she knows it will be saved, has faith and trust in Vi. She has spent her nights praying, her days preparing, the moments of quiet contemplating what will happen and what she must do, how she can possibly help.
Now that the time has at last arrived the girl is quick to answer the call, though not the first, it seems. On star-touched wings she flies into the Greatwood, Jyoti beside her and silent for once, the gravity of the situation not lost upon the starwhale. Together they make their way to the shrine, descending slowly to land on the ground, the Shield shifting to otter form as her claws touch down on earth, her dark eyes wide with wonder.
There are roses scattered around the shrine, red as blood with thorns of gold, the most beautiful blooms she has ever seen save her own flower of Vi. With nimble claws she tears into the earth, delicately uprooting three of the roses and taking them into her grip.
With a prayer of gratitude and a promise to do all she can, Amalia shifts back into an owl, taking the trio of roses with her
Amalia feels the pull of him on her soul, the presence of her beloved god in the marrow of her bones. She has been waiting for this moment, for Deepfrost to fall, for the time to arrive when the world would be saved- and oh, she knows it will be saved, has faith and trust in Vi. She has spent her nights praying, her days preparing, the moments of quiet contemplating what will happen and what she must do, how she can possibly help.
Now that the time has at last arrived the girl is quick to answer the call, though not the first, it seems. On star-touched wings she flies into the Greatwood, Jyoti beside her and silent for once, the gravity of the situation not lost upon the starwhale. Together they make their way to the shrine, descending slowly to land on the ground, the Shield shifting to otter form as her claws touch down on earth, her dark eyes wide with wonder.
There are roses scattered around the shrine, red as blood with thorns of gold, the most beautiful blooms she has ever seen save her own flower of Vi. With nimble claws she tears into the earth, delicately uprooting three of the roses and taking them into her grip.
With a prayer of gratitude and a promise to do all she can, Amalia shifts back into an owl, taking the trio of roses with her
i will wait for you all day and night
