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?
Safrin, it was foreign to her. The name was smooth, still, and she made sure to remember it. The meaning behind it, 'life'. She nodded at Sunjata, quick to correct her mistake, "Herald. Got it. So like a messenger of the actual god. I take it you see them more often than the actual god," it wasn't so much a question as it was an assumption. She was doing her best to pick up on the facts of this region and world. She hated being so benighted, felt stupid for it even though she knew, deep down, that was not true. She was new, in every way, to this universe. Even with that thought in mind, it only made her feel that much smaller.
Aurelia didn't take his silence lightly, appreciating his notice of her change in demeanor- and his respect for it; the disappearance of his smile. These were not happy times for Aurelia, though she did appreciate his friendship in its entirety...
In truth, she didn't feel well emotionally. It was hard. It was all so hard. Sometimes she would collapse in her makeshift bed on the Ark and... just give in to it all. Only to rise the next morning as if none of it mattered. That way she could remain strong for the others, for the ones that looked on her and judged. Weakness was as weakness is, and she hated the feeling. So when her shoulders tensed, when her feet remained planted firmly, when her lips tightened in a frown, when her fingers bent against the palms of her hand (which was exactly what they did there in the Slagveld) it was her way of staying grounded.
Aurelia's sharpened green gaze shifted suddenly at his mention of an empty place inside, and it gradually dissipating with time. She scoffed, shaking her head, "Great... so then I'm probably not Accepted. I just wish I knew..."
And that was when he suggested asking a god. Aurelia's gaze considered him for a moment, while her mind toyed with his suggestion. She had no idea how that was supposed to go. Again, ignorant. She clenched her teeth for a second before releasing her mouth's grip, trying not to get angry. His next words, though, came as a bit of a comfort. Her hunched shoulders slouched back down and she met his steely gaze, letting out a sigh. "I hope so. How am I supposed to talk to a God, though? They'd take one look at me and laugh," she laughed lightly, nervously, gripping the glass a little tighter before she took a deep sip of it. "I don't know why the-the Voice brought me here. She's the one I'd want to see, of all the rest. But damn, is that scary... she could probably destroy me if she wanted to..."
Aurelia didn't take his silence lightly, appreciating his notice of her change in demeanor- and his respect for it; the disappearance of his smile. These were not happy times for Aurelia, though she did appreciate his friendship in its entirety...
In truth, she didn't feel well emotionally. It was hard. It was all so hard. Sometimes she would collapse in her makeshift bed on the Ark and... just give in to it all. Only to rise the next morning as if none of it mattered. That way she could remain strong for the others, for the ones that looked on her and judged. Weakness was as weakness is, and she hated the feeling. So when her shoulders tensed, when her feet remained planted firmly, when her lips tightened in a frown, when her fingers bent against the palms of her hand (which was exactly what they did there in the Slagveld) it was her way of staying grounded.
Aurelia's sharpened green gaze shifted suddenly at his mention of an empty place inside, and it gradually dissipating with time. She scoffed, shaking her head, "Great... so then I'm probably not Accepted. I just wish I knew..."
And that was when he suggested asking a god. Aurelia's gaze considered him for a moment, while her mind toyed with his suggestion. She had no idea how that was supposed to go. Again, ignorant. She clenched her teeth for a second before releasing her mouth's grip, trying not to get angry. His next words, though, came as a bit of a comfort. Her hunched shoulders slouched back down and she met his steely gaze, letting out a sigh. "I hope so. How am I supposed to talk to a God, though? They'd take one look at me and laugh," she laughed lightly, nervously, gripping the glass a little tighter before she took a deep sip of it. "I don't know why the-the Voice brought me here. She's the one I'd want to see, of all the rest. But damn, is that scary... she could probably destroy me if she wanted to..."
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
