Kamaria
I would rather stay here
Where the flowers bloom and the sun, it shines
Where the flowers bloom and the sun, it shines
For Kamaria, sleep is difficult. When she was small, she would often rampage through her day until eventually propelling herself straight to bed; exhausted, wanting nothing more than the warm comforts of her blankets. Now? She tosses, turns, flinging the blankets from her feet, only to bring them back again. Too much has changed since she grew, and the weight of it all bears heavy on her mind.
And it's just as she starts to sink into a light slumber that the world suddenly turns in, darkness falling all around, and her falling deeper into it. Until there's light again, and her name called, and at first she thinks she's woken up.
Until the image gains some clarity and she sees before her, her mother. The woes of her reality disappear from her mind, for the moment, and all she can think about is Safrin.
"Mom," she sighs, relieved. Without another moment wasted, she hurries over to Safrin, her smile not containable, arms reaching to embrace her warmly, "I'm here. Are you okay?" She glances up as if to examine the goddess, hoping this is not a visit born of emergency.
And it's just as she starts to sink into a light slumber that the world suddenly turns in, darkness falling all around, and her falling deeper into it. Until there's light again, and her name called, and at first she thinks she's woken up.
Until the image gains some clarity and she sees before her, her mother. The woes of her reality disappear from her mind, for the moment, and all she can think about is Safrin.
"Mom," she sighs, relieved. Without another moment wasted, she hurries over to Safrin, her smile not containable, arms reaching to embrace her warmly, "I'm here. Are you okay?" She glances up as if to examine the goddess, hoping this is not a visit born of emergency.
it shines on you
it lights up our eyes
it lights up our eyes
