Aurelia
Aurelia's jaw slacks and her lips part as a forceful sigh leaves her lungs. She understands that she looks different, but the fact that her experiences with Melita matter so little that it makes no difference... it's wounding. She knows Melita is strong-willed, though, so she makes an effort. Even though it feels almost futile.
"I don't know, Melita," she answers, exhausted, "it just happened. Some kind of spirit did it, I think. Made me lose my knife, too.."
Which might seem like an irrelevant add-on but, to Aurelia, that knife had been everything she had left of her home, her world, her family. Now, it's just... gone, and she doesn't even look like herself anymore on top of it. A glassy sheen builds across her eyes as she averts them.
As for better things to do? "Gods," she scoffs, shaking her head at the ridiculously bitter sentiment. "Torchline needs an Arbiter. Sunjata asked me, and I.."
"Melita..." her voice feels firmer even though she herself doesn't. But she looks directly at the other woman anyway, "the Ark was never meant to be it. Even when I knew I couldn't go back home, I never planned to stay. I've always wanted something better. And so have you. And, well, I'm sorry, but I accepted the offer and I'm not taking it back." Her hands fall down around her sides and she looks at Melita through a mixed expression.
"I don't know, Melita," she answers, exhausted, "it just happened. Some kind of spirit did it, I think. Made me lose my knife, too.."
Which might seem like an irrelevant add-on but, to Aurelia, that knife had been everything she had left of her home, her world, her family. Now, it's just... gone, and she doesn't even look like herself anymore on top of it. A glassy sheen builds across her eyes as she averts them.
As for better things to do? "Gods," she scoffs, shaking her head at the ridiculously bitter sentiment. "Torchline needs an Arbiter. Sunjata asked me, and I.."
"Melita..." her voice feels firmer even though she herself doesn't. But she looks directly at the other woman anyway, "the Ark was never meant to be it. Even when I knew I couldn't go back home, I never planned to stay. I've always wanted something better. And so have you. And, well, I'm sorry, but I accepted the offer and I'm not taking it back." Her hands fall down around her sides and she looks at Melita through a mixed expression.
looking in the mirror, drop of rum on my tongue
with the warning to help me see myself clearer
with the warning to help me see myself clearer
