the darkest nights produce the brightest stars
And through it all Amalia slumbers, her mind shut down by injury.
She does not feel Wessex lift her and carry her to safety. She does not see Ronin as he is struck by falling stone. Her mind has shut off, trauma at last overcoming the Shield, and perhaps it is for the best.
She will hate herself enough for this later, but at least for now she is spared.
Wessex takes Amalia's body, and her soul - her starwhale - follows, singing a mournful song of anxiety to any who care to hear. Safrin, Sugar, the stars above... she is frightened, more than she has ever been in her brief (yet longer than any human) life.
Ama does a sleep
Jyoti calls out for Safrin and Sugar
She does not feel Wessex lift her and carry her to safety. She does not see Ronin as he is struck by falling stone. Her mind has shut off, trauma at last overcoming the Shield, and perhaps it is for the best.
She will hate herself enough for this later, but at least for now she is spared.
Wessex takes Amalia's body, and her soul - her starwhale - follows, singing a mournful song of anxiety to any who care to hear. Safrin, Sugar, the stars above... she is frightened, more than she has ever been in her brief (yet longer than any human) life.
Ama does a sleep
Jyoti calls out for Safrin and Sugar
