this pair of wings worn and rusted from too many years by my side
Well, everything goes very poorly.
Already dizzy from her returning fever, Amalia's depth perception is as lacking as her sanity, and the sudden outpouring of steam and wind does absolutely nothing to help. Once again she reaches for the falling, and once again she misses, but this time it isn't Kiada who goes tumbling into the abyss.
It's the Shield herself.
She crashes down and slides over the ground, tumbling in a mess of dirt and wings and darkness. Pitch darkness, hot and confining, pressing down and suffocating, the weight of it compressing her lungs. Darkness where the lost go to die, except she isn't dead. There is no reprieve from her pain and fear, no stars to guide her, no air, no air, no air-
Panic sets in and the Shield curls against it, tucking her knees up to her chest and wrapping her wings and her arms around herself in an attempt to keep the dark at bay. Terror blinds her, deafens her, shoves itself into her senses and leaves her sad and alone. Again she is a little girl listening to monsters at the door; again she is a woman reaching for a boy in the dark. Moment after moment plays across her vision until she doesn't know which one she's in, until she doesn't know if she's sitting or flying or simply falling, falling and falling and falling down....
Back at the group, a frantic Jyoti trills for Ronin and Remi to follow before swimming down toward the left tunnel, lighting the path with starlight and searching for the source of the Shield's dismay.
Amalia is having a hardcore panic attack/PTSD episode
Jyoti tries to guide Remi and Ronin to her, down the left tunnel
Already dizzy from her returning fever, Amalia's depth perception is as lacking as her sanity, and the sudden outpouring of steam and wind does absolutely nothing to help. Once again she reaches for the falling, and once again she misses, but this time it isn't Kiada who goes tumbling into the abyss.
It's the Shield herself.
She crashes down and slides over the ground, tumbling in a mess of dirt and wings and darkness. Pitch darkness, hot and confining, pressing down and suffocating, the weight of it compressing her lungs. Darkness where the lost go to die, except she isn't dead. There is no reprieve from her pain and fear, no stars to guide her, no air, no air, no air-
Panic sets in and the Shield curls against it, tucking her knees up to her chest and wrapping her wings and her arms around herself in an attempt to keep the dark at bay. Terror blinds her, deafens her, shoves itself into her senses and leaves her sad and alone. Again she is a little girl listening to monsters at the door; again she is a woman reaching for a boy in the dark. Moment after moment plays across her vision until she doesn't know which one she's in, until she doesn't know if she's sitting or flying or simply falling, falling and falling and falling down....
Back at the group, a frantic Jyoti trills for Ronin and Remi to follow before swimming down toward the left tunnel, lighting the path with starlight and searching for the source of the Shield's dismay.
Amalia is having a hardcore panic attack/PTSD episode
Jyoti tries to guide Remi and Ronin to her, down the left tunnel
