Amalia
only lonely hid the morning from the stars
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Jyoti coos and trills beneath the starlight blanket, turning over to regard the goddess with a wide, glittering eye. Tilting her head back to the calf, she strokes soft fingers along her length, chewing gently on her lower lip, thinking about what Safrin has said. Does she know? "I'll do my best," is all she can say, not sure if the goddess's faith is well placed.
Turning her gaze back up to the cosmos, Amalia takes a breath. There is a question which has weighted on her, a query for the celestial being. "How have you been since the barrier fell? Did... did you reunite with Vi? And the other Old Ones? Are they... are they angry?" Will they ever reply to our prayers?
Turning her gaze back up to the cosmos, Amalia takes a breath. There is a question which has weighted on her, a query for the celestial being. "How have you been since the barrier fell? Did... did you reunite with Vi? And the other Old Ones? Are they... are they angry?" Will they ever reply to our prayers?
