Aurelia
and that the world is always our fault
when we did nothing, how did we do wrong?
when we did nothing, how did we do wrong?
Aurelia relaxed a little when Saiden invited her to sit in the sand beside him and offered some materials for her to use. Feeling a bit intimidated by the task, Aurelia sat down next to him and glanced over at his lantern, and then back to the papers he had given her. She really had no idea what she wanted hers to look like. "I dunno... I'm not super creative when it comes to this stuff," she glanced at him to see if he had any suggestions but, she did try to think of something doable yet.. personal.
It was then that the cat and the pumpkin began to toss and toil in the sand, spraying it everywhere. Aurelia recoiled when some of it flew into her face, wincing reflexively. She raised her eyebrows and lifted her gaze. "Maybe I should make a lantern out of the pumpkin," she commented sarcastically. A joke, of course, as she made no move towards it.
Wiping the stray bits of sand that sat in the folds of her shirt, she resumed her thoughts on what to do with the lantern. Saiden had folded his into the shape of a bird and Milo was crafting something ornamental and pretty, using rope as well. Aurelia furrowed her brows. She didn't want to make a lantern for her sisters, no. They weren't dead or lost. She knew where they were, she just couldn't get to them, and they were none the wiser. She was the one who was lost to them. But her parents... that was a different subject.
"Well..." she picked up a piece of paper, attempting a few folds to see how they looked, "my parents used to forge weapons and armor together. If I can make something like... maybe in the shape of a shield? I could carve their symbol into the paper, as well. That would honor both of them at the same time." She turned towards Saiden for his feedback on that idea.
It was then that the cat and the pumpkin began to toss and toil in the sand, spraying it everywhere. Aurelia recoiled when some of it flew into her face, wincing reflexively. She raised her eyebrows and lifted her gaze. "Maybe I should make a lantern out of the pumpkin," she commented sarcastically. A joke, of course, as she made no move towards it.
Wiping the stray bits of sand that sat in the folds of her shirt, she resumed her thoughts on what to do with the lantern. Saiden had folded his into the shape of a bird and Milo was crafting something ornamental and pretty, using rope as well. Aurelia furrowed her brows. She didn't want to make a lantern for her sisters, no. They weren't dead or lost. She knew where they were, she just couldn't get to them, and they were none the wiser. She was the one who was lost to them. But her parents... that was a different subject.
"Well..." she picked up a piece of paper, attempting a few folds to see how they looked, "my parents used to forge weapons and armor together. If I can make something like... maybe in the shape of a shield? I could carve their symbol into the paper, as well. That would honor both of them at the same time." She turned towards Saiden for his feedback on that idea.
and I've been thinking that when we thought
the world would break us, that we weren't wrong
the world would break us, that we weren't wrong
