everything you want is on the other side of fear
It's been a while since Amalia went out. Between her studies and her depression, the Angel has spent the season within Stormbreak's walls, unwilling to face an increasingly tumultuous world until she feels ready. And even now as she skirts the edges of the growing gathering she's not sure ready really applies - but here she is nonetheless, barefoot and bare backed, her toes curling and uncurling in the cool summer grass. She remembers another gathering, not unlike this. The laughter of children, turned into screams.
The scent of earth turned acrid by blood.
Jyoti can sense her soulmate's uneasiness, and as such stays close, a soothing balm. Together they stand sentinel at the edges of the scene, their watching distracted only long enough to drop a coin in an old woman's rattling can.
The scent of earth turned acrid by blood.
Jyoti can sense her soulmate's uneasiness, and as such stays close, a soothing balm. Together they stand sentinel at the edges of the scene, their watching distracted only long enough to drop a coin in an old woman's rattling can.
Amalia
