Kamaria
I would rather stay here
Where the flowers bloom and the sun, it shines
Where the flowers bloom and the sun, it shines
Sunjata's feelings cause a frown to etch across Kamaria's face, and she finds herself slowly, minutely shaking her head in disbelief. Not of her mother's words, of course, but of her father's emotions. "He never told me that... he told me all the ways you made him stronger. Attuning him, the gifts- he never talked about you like that, not to me.." perhaps it's a boon for him, even now, but that isn't Kamaria's point in saying so, "he left me in the dark.." she was built up back then only to feel confused and hurt now. With no way of possibly being able to predict this choice. It made her feel more naive and childish than she ever had. Numbly, she folds her arms across her abdomen and pulls her knees up to her chest. The stroke of gentle fingers through her hair is the only balm to the frustration that clouds her mind.
A frustration that deepens when Safrin outlines how her father had only ensured safety for himself and Nate. At least her baby brothers would be safe, under Safrin's promised light. But her? To not even speak for or think of her when he made his new arrangements? Her hands bunch into fists around her pants, crumpling the material. "Because no one else matters to him but Nate," she realizes, her arms shaking as tears fall from her eyes, "not even me." She didn't realize the sad irony of the statement, didn't realize the parameters around her birth.
Just as it was beginning to form in her mind, the idea that she'll be alone when everything happens, Safrin is whispering something to her. Lifting her chin from her knees, she slowly turns her teary face to look at her mother. She nods, gaze flickering across her mother's elegant face as she listens to what comes next.
Her expression is still fractured by a broken heart, but there is a hint of hope in her eyes as Safrin proposes someone else to guide her through what would be coming next. She wants to believe her mother, believe in this other person she speaks of. Sniffling as more tears form and fall, she asks, "But Mom... how can I trust this person you're talking about? When I couldn't even trust my own father... What reason do they have for protecting me?"
A frustration that deepens when Safrin outlines how her father had only ensured safety for himself and Nate. At least her baby brothers would be safe, under Safrin's promised light. But her? To not even speak for or think of her when he made his new arrangements? Her hands bunch into fists around her pants, crumpling the material. "Because no one else matters to him but Nate," she realizes, her arms shaking as tears fall from her eyes, "not even me." She didn't realize the sad irony of the statement, didn't realize the parameters around her birth.
Just as it was beginning to form in her mind, the idea that she'll be alone when everything happens, Safrin is whispering something to her. Lifting her chin from her knees, she slowly turns her teary face to look at her mother. She nods, gaze flickering across her mother's elegant face as she listens to what comes next.
Her expression is still fractured by a broken heart, but there is a hint of hope in her eyes as Safrin proposes someone else to guide her through what would be coming next. She wants to believe her mother, believe in this other person she speaks of. Sniffling as more tears form and fall, she asks, "But Mom... how can I trust this person you're talking about? When I couldn't even trust my own father... What reason do they have for protecting me?"
it shines on you
it lights up our eyes
it lights up our eyes
