we cannot become what we want to be by remaining what we are
The gourds respond with exactly as much receptiveness as they did two (three?) years before - which is to say, none. Unsurprisingly, Ronin's sea of stars is more successful than her attempts at reason, and though there are casualties Amalia finds herself relieved to have some brief respite, at least.
The girl rolls her narrow shoulders, not looking back from the flash flood of gourds. "Maybe if you say them like they're nothing they'll be nothing," she replies, kneeling down to pick up one of the carcasses that litters the stone stoop. "It's either that, or let it keep eating me from the inside out until there's nothing left." Slimy innards spill over onto her hands, making her grimace. "What changed your mind?" she wonders absently, shaking her hand to dislodge some of the seeds.
The girl rolls her narrow shoulders, not looking back from the flash flood of gourds. "Maybe if you say them like they're nothing they'll be nothing," she replies, kneeling down to pick up one of the carcasses that litters the stone stoop. "It's either that, or let it keep eating me from the inside out until there's nothing left." Slimy innards spill over onto her hands, making her grimace. "What changed your mind?" she wonders absently, shaking her hand to dislodge some of the seeds.
Amalia
