The Spark Divine

a m a l i a In truth, there is much that scares her about this task: the dark, the deep, the dead. She fears death, but also fears how much she wanted it, how close she came an and how strongly she ached. What if she succumbs again, falls to the allure of freedom, peace? Will Safrin judge her for her sins? Will Vi? To welcome Vi is to welcome Mort. She swallows the insecurity, buries it away. She has to try. To do her best. It is all they can do, in the end. The promise of painlessness is all she wants. There is no reward the girl would ask for: to have a purpose is payment enough, and it is with gratitude in her heart that she nods her head, willingly assenting to serve, to help. "Yes," she answers, echoing Jigano, the antler still  clutched in her hand. Her dark gaze shifts to her tall companion, a smile drifting near her lips. If she is going into the unknown, it will be good to have a friend, selfish as that may be.