Amalia
she was afraid of heights
She rides along his shoulders, a scarf of brown and slicked-back skin, the otter easiest to be worn. Together they make their way through the fields, the girl trying to ignore the sickening rolling in her stomach as she considers the lives so recently lost. It is a difficult place to come to now, this land where she built her greatest achievement and watched a star go dark- but here, with him, she feels safer. The past will be with her forever, but now they'll move forward at last.
He stops to place his treasures on the dias and Amalia lights from upon his back. This quest, though for her, is his to accomplish; she is touched and awed by his dedication, enraptured by the things he has done for her. Always, she answers from her perch on the marble, feathers ruffled against the evening air. Anxiety and excitement thunders in her avian breast; she is ready, so ready, to feel her legs again.
He stops to place his treasures on the dias and Amalia lights from upon his back. This quest, though for her, is his to accomplish; she is touched and awed by his dedication, enraptured by the things he has done for her. Always, she answers from her perch on the marble, feathers ruffled against the evening air. Anxiety and excitement thunders in her avian breast; she is ready, so ready, to feel her legs again.
but she was much more afraid
of never flying
