Rusalka, Rusalka your arms out of water
Your hair like an alien bloom
At first Mildew was confused by Aurelia's story, until she recalled being told once that the Ascended could take the abilities of others. She wasn't sure how it worked, if it hurt - but she would not have given her powers away either. Humming softly, Mildew momentarily laid her hand over Aurelias. "Even without everything in the world, it can be hard to give away such an important part of yourself. Maybe you were right to trust your gut."
Aurelia took the pain of the needle remarkably; Mildew admired her strength and tried her best to make it a short-lived bravery, swiftly and neatly pulling the thread through with a speed that spoke of experience. Before long it was finished, the edges brought together with a row of neat diagonal stitches ending in a small knot. Eventually, when the wound had healed more, they'd need to be removed, but she hoped healers in Torchline could handle that.
"War is impersonal. I'm talking about people specifically after you." She paused to look up at Aurelia with a tilt of her head, seeing if she understood. "It's much easier to survive a war. Believe me, I've done it. A few times."
Aurelia took the pain of the needle remarkably; Mildew admired her strength and tried her best to make it a short-lived bravery, swiftly and neatly pulling the thread through with a speed that spoke of experience. Before long it was finished, the edges brought together with a row of neat diagonal stitches ending in a small knot. Eventually, when the wound had healed more, they'd need to be removed, but she hoped healers in Torchline could handle that.
"War is impersonal. I'm talking about people specifically after you." She paused to look up at Aurelia with a tilt of her head, seeing if she understood. "It's much easier to survive a war. Believe me, I've done it. A few times."
Dark-eyed Rusalka, your brow tressed in flowers
Mildew
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