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?
"I don't think I've seen you around before," she added as she sat down, "I'm Aurelia."
Aurelia was gazing thoughtfully at the papers she held, hardly noticing Milo's stare. She fidgeted around to grab a small knife from her pocket, and began to carve a large symbol on the center of each side. The symbol resembled something like a cluster of oddly-shaped waves but, she knew that couldn't be it. Looking at it took her back to a time when she was younger, when her parents' armory still existed. The same logo she'd cut into the paper lantern could be found on every weapon and set of armor. She remembered how hot and stuffy the shop was, a constant fire burning in its belly.
Her eyes settled on the bonfire there on the beach and, as she glanced back to the symbol, a realization hit her. It was a flame...
She lifted her gaze back up to red-haired Milo, finding him eating from his bowl of chili as he offered an explanation. She was barely able to really give him her full attention as her mind felt suddenly scrambled. Mort sounded vaguely familiar, something Sunjata had probably mentioned to her, but she didn't ask further about it. She could put two and two together; Mort was some kind of god of the afterlife, and Ludo was the one to guide lost souls to their realm. It was the stuff she'd only ever heard of in fairytales. She was about ready to return her attention back to making her lantern when the bat collided with Milo's bowl of food.
Aurelia jumped at first, startled by the sudden careen into the chili. But her brows sank and furrowed as Milo seemed to send the bat away. There was an instinctive, unsettled feeling that rose in her throat, which she pushed down. Replacing that, all that she could find was curiosity. Which, truly, was something that she had always felt surrounding the more supernatural things in life; magic, spirits, gods, and even unique bonds with animals. She glanced towards the sear cat and the gourd as they tossed about in the sand. Only, she was never able to voice her curiosity before... She turned to ask Milo, "Was that your companion?"
She then continued working, piecing things together so that they could finally look something like a lantern. She avoided looking at the symbol she had cut into the paper now. Each time she did, she got a sickening, gut-wrenching feeling. Something wasn't right with it; the symbol of the flame, her father dying in a fire. It was some kind of sick, twisted joke.
Aurelia was gazing thoughtfully at the papers she held, hardly noticing Milo's stare. She fidgeted around to grab a small knife from her pocket, and began to carve a large symbol on the center of each side. The symbol resembled something like a cluster of oddly-shaped waves but, she knew that couldn't be it. Looking at it took her back to a time when she was younger, when her parents' armory still existed. The same logo she'd cut into the paper lantern could be found on every weapon and set of armor. She remembered how hot and stuffy the shop was, a constant fire burning in its belly.
Her eyes settled on the bonfire there on the beach and, as she glanced back to the symbol, a realization hit her. It was a flame...
She lifted her gaze back up to red-haired Milo, finding him eating from his bowl of chili as he offered an explanation. She was barely able to really give him her full attention as her mind felt suddenly scrambled. Mort sounded vaguely familiar, something Sunjata had probably mentioned to her, but she didn't ask further about it. She could put two and two together; Mort was some kind of god of the afterlife, and Ludo was the one to guide lost souls to their realm. It was the stuff she'd only ever heard of in fairytales. She was about ready to return her attention back to making her lantern when the bat collided with Milo's bowl of food.
Aurelia jumped at first, startled by the sudden careen into the chili. But her brows sank and furrowed as Milo seemed to send the bat away. There was an instinctive, unsettled feeling that rose in her throat, which she pushed down. Replacing that, all that she could find was curiosity. Which, truly, was something that she had always felt surrounding the more supernatural things in life; magic, spirits, gods, and even unique bonds with animals. She glanced towards the sear cat and the gourd as they tossed about in the sand. Only, she was never able to voice her curiosity before... She turned to ask Milo, "Was that your companion?"
She then continued working, piecing things together so that they could finally look something like a lantern. She avoided looking at the symbol she had cut into the paper now. Each time she did, she got a sickening, gut-wrenching feeling. Something wasn't right with it; the symbol of the flame, her father dying in a fire. It was some kind of sick, twisted joke.
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
