Kamaria
I would rather stay here
Where the moon, it glows
Where the moon, it glows
Kamaria sniffles as she listens to her mother's reasonings, and it's an analogy she can understand; one that serves the intended purpose. The Voice looks appealing, but in reality she will hurt when gotten close to. There are many questions stemming from this. 'Can we save Nate?' continues to work at the surface of her thoughts. Yet that question has already been answered.
As Sunjata rests his hand against her cheek, she meets his steely blue gaze with the shaking shimmer of her own. Both understanding and confusion pool within the shallows of her eyes, and she has to wipe them once again.
She nods earnestly at Sunjata's words, though she can't return his smile right now. At the insinuation of outsmarting something like the Voice, Kamaria's brows press together with concern and she whimpers out hopelessly, "How?" Which is unusual for her, given that she's so often a source of optimism and hope. Now doesn't feel like a time for any of that, though. It feels too late for being clever. It feels like they've already lost before they can even begin.
As Sunjata rests his hand against her cheek, she meets his steely blue gaze with the shaking shimmer of her own. Both understanding and confusion pool within the shallows of her eyes, and she has to wipe them once again.
She nods earnestly at Sunjata's words, though she can't return his smile right now. At the insinuation of outsmarting something like the Voice, Kamaria's brows press together with concern and she whimpers out hopelessly, "How?" Which is unusual for her, given that she's so often a source of optimism and hope. Now doesn't feel like a time for any of that, though. It feels too late for being clever. It feels like they've already lost before they can even begin.
Soaring doves and falling crows
Laughter is the only sound here
Laughter is the only sound here
