AURELIA
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
She can see the way that Melita's taken with her task, of pressing the petals, leaves, and stems together into some sacred form of art. She can kind of see what she's doing now, can see the circular shapes that have been formed out of the flowers. She breathes a heavy sigh at Melita's shrug, nodding once in confirmation. See some shit, she has. But she keeps to her recount of the story of Mildew and, now, Safrin.
The bee in Aurelia's hand spreads its transparent wings and takes off, drawing her green gaze upwards to watch as it departs. That gaze lowers eventually, spotting the circlet that Melita has finished crafting. It looks like it has been fitted for a head, and suddenly Aurelia reaches for it. It finds its way to the top of her head and she smiles, nonchalant. "Thank you," she remarks, sure that she'll need the sentiment in her future dealings with the herald of life. "Yeah, she does... that seems to be part of the problem," Aurelia admits, "since I'm Abandoned. Tainted, she said." Her smile fades into a half-grimace, wondering if she can possibly win favor because of who and what she is. It wouldn't stop her from trying, of course, but it comes with its own discouragements.
The question Melita asks is daring, bold, and confronts her. Aurelia straightens a little, adjusting the crown on her head so that it doesn't fall. She doesn't answer right away, or at all, as she listens. Only time will tell if she's become a good person. Instead of addressing this point, she derails the conversation.
"You know... something else happened to me, when I traveled into the Wilds," her gaze flickers up towards Melita's face, "I was... exploring, and... suddenly I was somewhere else. Somewhere I'd never been. It was like... being at the heart of a fire. I think Wessex called it the Climb."
The bee in Aurelia's hand spreads its transparent wings and takes off, drawing her green gaze upwards to watch as it departs. That gaze lowers eventually, spotting the circlet that Melita has finished crafting. It looks like it has been fitted for a head, and suddenly Aurelia reaches for it. It finds its way to the top of her head and she smiles, nonchalant. "Thank you," she remarks, sure that she'll need the sentiment in her future dealings with the herald of life. "Yeah, she does... that seems to be part of the problem," Aurelia admits, "since I'm Abandoned. Tainted, she said." Her smile fades into a half-grimace, wondering if she can possibly win favor because of who and what she is. It wouldn't stop her from trying, of course, but it comes with its own discouragements.
The question Melita asks is daring, bold, and confronts her. Aurelia straightens a little, adjusting the crown on her head so that it doesn't fall. She doesn't answer right away, or at all, as she listens. Only time will tell if she's become a good person. Instead of addressing this point, she derails the conversation.
"You know... something else happened to me, when I traveled into the Wilds," her gaze flickers up towards Melita's face, "I was... exploring, and... suddenly I was somewhere else. Somewhere I'd never been. It was like... being at the heart of a fire. I think Wessex called it the Climb."
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
