Kamaria
I would rather stay here
Where the flowers bloom and the sun, it shines
Where the flowers bloom and the sun, it shines
The man or the demigod that manifests into the space is familiar. She remembers him, yes, but under the circumstances it's still strange. None of them had expected recent events to pan out the way they had. So Kamaria stands quite still as she listens, her hands clasping together against her torso, fingers tracing over her knuckles.
She tries to think of what it will be like, facing her father and Nate, telling them what's been decided - what she has decided. This is what it's like to be grown, isn't it? Making more of her own choices, even if it meant breaking away from the people she knew as her family.
"I don't want to be here- there- anymore," she says, her tones strained as her eyes plead, "I don't even want to look at my father right now, let alone spend another minute in that house..." The halls and rooms would only be a yawning, gaping emptiness when she inevitably wakes up.
"Torchline is..." she shakes her head a bit, at a loss for words in that regard, "I want to go to the Greatwood, if I can. It's safer for us there, isn't it?"
She tries to think of what it will be like, facing her father and Nate, telling them what's been decided - what she has decided. This is what it's like to be grown, isn't it? Making more of her own choices, even if it meant breaking away from the people she knew as her family.
"I don't want to be here- there- anymore," she says, her tones strained as her eyes plead, "I don't even want to look at my father right now, let alone spend another minute in that house..." The halls and rooms would only be a yawning, gaping emptiness when she inevitably wakes up.
"Torchline is..." she shakes her head a bit, at a loss for words in that regard, "I want to go to the Greatwood, if I can. It's safer for us there, isn't it?"
it shines on you
it lights up our eyes
it lights up our eyes
