a certain darkness is needed to see the stars
Amalia is silent as she follows Sunjata, Coffee clutched protectively within her arms.
It has been a hard few days since their ill-fated descent, a time for fragmented and fraying edges to at last unravel despite the copious applications of string and tape and glue. She hasn't cried - not yet, not again - and it is beginning to show, the lines of her slender face hard and ragged, her cheeks sallow with grief and a lack of self care. Even her legs feel meaningless now, the magnitude of Deimos' gift and effort offset by the weight of their brush with tragedy.
She comes to a halt beside the tall man, Jyoti hovering anxiously at her shoulder, the dragonlet cradled against her breast. It is the greatest honor she can think to bestow upon the fallen companion, the most noble purpose its body could serve, yet as she waits for Safrin to appear the Shield still feels hollow. She would give her own heart to undo what has happened - to change the cost they are paying for their arrogance to anything but this.
It has been a hard few days since their ill-fated descent, a time for fragmented and fraying edges to at last unravel despite the copious applications of string and tape and glue. She hasn't cried - not yet, not again - and it is beginning to show, the lines of her slender face hard and ragged, her cheeks sallow with grief and a lack of self care. Even her legs feel meaningless now, the magnitude of Deimos' gift and effort offset by the weight of their brush with tragedy.
She comes to a halt beside the tall man, Jyoti hovering anxiously at her shoulder, the dragonlet cradled against her breast. It is the greatest honor she can think to bestow upon the fallen companion, the most noble purpose its body could serve, yet as she waits for Safrin to appear the Shield still feels hollow. She would give her own heart to undo what has happened - to change the cost they are paying for their arrogance to anything but this.
Amalia
