Amalia
They contribute more notes, the refrain taking shape; Amalia mulls it over in her mind, a mental smile and pulse of adoration let out to her feathered companions. They both offer good contributions, the rhyme scheme working in delicate balance; the verse she gives is a combination of their efforts, open in the air for their approval.
Safrin, Safrin, beautiful and proud
Powerful and mighty, never one in a crowd
Goddess of sky, star and cloud
In your honor our heads are bowed.
One more verse? the owl suggests, clearly thrilled with their progress so far. About our hopes for the future?
What do you hope for the future? No order.
Safrin, Safrin, beautiful and proud
Powerful and mighty, never one in a crowd
Goddess of sky, star and cloud
In your honor our heads are bowed.
One more verse? the owl suggests, clearly thrilled with their progress so far. About our hopes for the future?
What do you hope for the future? No order.
she was so delicate
yet bursting with energy
kind of like a shattered star
