Delah's eyes do not see and in a sense she hears nothing either. So at one is she with the other fae, with the air and the falling starwhale, that Delah ceases to be anything other than a breath in this sea of song.
A current of air rises upwards, warm and full of inviting voices that curl around the falling child and Amalia as well by extension. It creates a pillar of easy and smooth current for the calf to swim through, narrowing its haphazard circles back to an easy line towards their net.
A current of air rises upwards, warm and full of inviting voices that curl around the falling child and Amalia as well by extension. It creates a pillar of easy and smooth current for the calf to swim through, narrowing its haphazard circles back to an easy line towards their net.
