born from dark water, daughter of the rain and snow
It all happens very quickly and also very slowly, like watching water pool on a leaf and waiting for it to fall. The build up is eons, but when gravity finally takes its toll it is with ruthless, serpentine speed. For one long moment they are both on the bed, coiled up on themselves and trapped in their own worlds.
Then a there's a short moment, the blink of an eye, and he disappears into the dark.
Amalia is on her hands and knees at once, scrambling towards the edge of the bed. "FINN!" she cries out in a voice that is far more panicked than it ought to be and not panicked enough, seeing how he has slipped down into the monstrous abyss and disappeared from sight. Gone, gone, gone, like so many before, snakes and harpies and dragons and swords all plunged into the dark.
Except that - miracle! - he's somehow still there. Amalia clings to the edge of the mattress and peers into the dark and there he is, so far away yet close enough to touch. "Finn!" she calls out again, less panicked this time but no less urgent, reaching out a hand. "You have to come back on the boat. It isn't safe down there."
Then a there's a short moment, the blink of an eye, and he disappears into the dark.
Amalia is on her hands and knees at once, scrambling towards the edge of the bed. "FINN!" she cries out in a voice that is far more panicked than it ought to be and not panicked enough, seeing how he has slipped down into the monstrous abyss and disappeared from sight. Gone, gone, gone, like so many before, snakes and harpies and dragons and swords all plunged into the dark.
Except that - miracle! - he's somehow still there. Amalia clings to the edge of the mattress and peers into the dark and there he is, so far away yet close enough to touch. "Finn!" she calls out again, less panicked this time but no less urgent, reaching out a hand. "You have to come back on the boat. It isn't safe down there."
shield of safrin
