Midas is king and he holds me so tight
A portal? Aamu's scaly eyelids close as his mind wheels back through the centuries, to a life lived before, but he comes up blank. Had there been a portal in the Greatwood back then? Maybe, maybe not. He opens his eyes again.The world is such an unnecessary complicated place.
Oh, he breathes. The Ascended are different—not organic enough to contract a virus, not functioning the same way anymore.
He doesn't really know what else to say. He's tired to the core, but doesn't know how to quit—not with the Order around, anyway. In death he would not care but as long as he lives he can't leave this fight behind. The dragon blinks, blinks again. Looks away. I can imagine how that looked to the others, he finally says, his mental voice thin. What he wants to say is why, why why why, but no one has the answer to that. His lips twitch, baring a hint of teeth in the monochrome night. Do you know how was it cured?
and turns me to gold in the sunlight
Aamu
