Amalia
she wants the silence but fears the solitude
she wants to be alone and together with you
She listens to him intently, quiet and earnest, her dark eyes searching for shapes in the wisps of clouds that linger far above. Like many Outlanders he has lived more robustly than she could ever dream, experienced more than she could understand.
And now he is here, in a world that doesn't much feel like hers anymore, but which she is eager to reclaim. Still mostly submerged in the water, she watches with some amusement as he neatly ties his hair; her own golden plait is a messy disaster, throughly soaked in salt and sea. They've both changed so much in so short a time. Would they recognize themselves, looking back two years? One?
"Do you think... Is what Maea said true? That there's another you still back in your world?" Again Amalia slaps her tail in facsimile of a tapping foot. "What do you think he's doing now? Which you do you think would be the better one?"
And now he is here, in a world that doesn't much feel like hers anymore, but which she is eager to reclaim. Still mostly submerged in the water, she watches with some amusement as he neatly ties his hair; her own golden plait is a messy disaster, throughly soaked in salt and sea. They've both changed so much in so short a time. Would they recognize themselves, looking back two years? One?
"Do you think... Is what Maea said true? That there's another you still back in your world?" Again Amalia slaps her tail in facsimile of a tapping foot. "What do you think he's doing now? Which you do you think would be the better one?"
she ran to the lighthouse, hoped that it would help her see
she saw that the lighthouse had been washed out to sea
