a certain darkness is needed to see the stars
Nothing is ever right, is it? If a sacrifice is not needed, then why will she not work as a component? Why must she be inadequate again, less than what is needed? It bites against her tongue, her throat, fluttering needles of discontent. Even Deimos' offer of taking her place - laughable, to think she would allow such a thing, and Safrin seems to know it as well - barely punctures through her fog of discontent.
So they have failed again, thoughtless and brash, trying to do everything she can to be right and utterly messing the whole thing up. She bites her lips and clutches the dragon tighter, a shield against her many mistakes, her errors and inadequacy. How can she fix this? A whale bone given new life, offers Sunjata.
"What about a butterfly?" the Shield offers softly, her eyes downcast on Coffee's form. "It dies as a caterpillar to be reborn..." And reaching out with her mind, she compels a nearby one from its slumber, iridescent wings fluttering in Safrin's radiant silver light.
So they have failed again, thoughtless and brash, trying to do everything she can to be right and utterly messing the whole thing up. She bites her lips and clutches the dragon tighter, a shield against her many mistakes, her errors and inadequacy. How can she fix this? A whale bone given new life, offers Sunjata.
"What about a butterfly?" the Shield offers softly, her eyes downcast on Coffee's form. "It dies as a caterpillar to be reborn..." And reaching out with her mind, she compels a nearby one from its slumber, iridescent wings fluttering in Safrin's radiant silver light.
Amalia
