she didn't want to love
she wanted to b e l o v e d
and that was entirely different
He does not answer, except with warmth, and Amalia cannot help the disappointment that wells within her, and the guilt that follows for daring to think he would come to her as the world spins. Vi is busy - how can he not be, with his work in combating the blight, with the rising tide of the Voice, with so many ill and the balance of life held delicately as spiderweb silk, trapped between the fingers of fate?she wanted to b e l o v e d
and that was entirely different
Vi is busy, but he cares enough to send her a pulse of warmth, and that warmth will carry her through dark days ahead, a stalwart strength in brittle bones.
Exhaling, Amalia sighs, her hands falling gently into her lap as she clenches and unclenches slender fingers, not quite sure what to do at this point. "Vi," she whispers to the shrine, tilting her head up to look at the altar, dark eyes damp with emotion. "I... I hope wherever you are, you are well. And that ... that you have seen Safrin. She loves you, and misses you, and... and she is scared, I think." To ask for death, when one so loves life? The promise she made is a rock around her neck, threatening to drown her day by day.
"And I... I miss you, too. If there is anything that you need done, that I can help with... I am always at your service. And I will continue to do my best to protect life, even if.. if it it's hard. Because I cannot believe that this is what Mort - what you - want." A heavy sigh, a falling tear. It would be easier with an answer, but she has to trust in her belief, in her faith. In him.
"So that... that's why I came. I hope you don't mind if I stay here. Just for a little while." So saying the girl shifts, her body becoming feline and fluid as she curls up around Jyoti, leopardess and starwhale enjoying the peace of the temple, a respite from a surging world.
Amalia
we are all b r o k e n
that's how the l i g h t gets in
that's how the l i g h t gets in
