This final bolt is more than the small creature can endure. Still, it does not go quietly. "Daddy!" Aoife wailed, her voice cowed and broken as her bod was shattered apart by his light.
A small scrap of cloth—stars and dragons adorned, just like she used to wear for bed—drifted towards Amalia and Ronin even as the half-luxere stalked away.
From the shadows the girl's voice rang out again. "Daddy, why didn't you come to the festival with us? Were you too busy? Didn't you want to be with us? If you had...maybe you could have stopped it." The voice quivered, as Aoife's face appeared again, half hidden in the dark. "Do you not want to talk to me now, because you have another daughter?"
A small scrap of cloth—stars and dragons adorned, just like she used to wear for bed—drifted towards Amalia and Ronin even as the half-luxere stalked away.
From the shadows the girl's voice rang out again. "Daddy, why didn't you come to the festival with us? Were you too busy? Didn't you want to be with us? If you had...maybe you could have stopped it." The voice quivered, as Aoife's face appeared again, half hidden in the dark. "Do you not want to talk to me now, because you have another daughter?"
