meet me where the falling stars live
I will wait for you day and night
He seems so very confident and calm, this man, so sure of his task and his actions. Was she ever like that? She remembers being tasked with building a shrine; the fact that she hasn't been asked directly does not evade her mind. Instead it sits in the back of her brain, prickling delicately at her insecure places, leaving her gnawing her own endless doubt. But his smile is so bright, his affection for the goddess so clear on his face, and she can't help but soften a little at it, some of the pain eased away.Besides, Safrin wanted her to help. And that has to count for something, right?
No duckling-like stars this time, no trail of celestial children to plant. The things he has been tasked to collect give her pause for a second, causing her to bite her lip in thought. Something dead and now alive, something alive and now dead, and the heart of a rare creature...
...ah. Wait.
Suddenly she cannot help it: she laughs, her voice ringing out in a note of mirth at a sudden realization. "Sorry, I- I think I can help you with at least one of those things. I died during LongNight, year before last. Temporarily, but... well, maybe it counts?" A shrug of her narrow shoulders, amusement in her eyes. "As for the heart of a rare creature, I'm sure Jyoti would help." She gestures to the whale with her chin, and the little creature trills an agreeable note. It never occurs to her that the creature may have to die.
Amalia
