it is both a blessing and a curse, to feel everything so very deeply
She peels back an eyelid and finds the goddess there, though whether there is here or elsewhere still remains unclear. These days everything feels like a dream or nightmare; Amalia has resigned herself to never quite knowing if she's actually awake.
Still, the sight of Safrin is comforting, eliciting a loud, rumbling purr from the depths of the leopard's lungs. I'm very tired, the Shield explains, a fanged yawn that nearly splits her jaws illustrating this remark. Her vision swims, but she clings to Safrin, a beacon in the swirling dark. I think I'm being punished. For failing Vi.
Rolling over, Amalia manages to move about an inch, seeking Safrin's touch and warmth. I don't know what's real anymore. Large dark eyes turn up to the goddess, swimming with a child's faith in her mother to chase away bad dreams. I would like to feel better now. Please.
Still, the sight of Safrin is comforting, eliciting a loud, rumbling purr from the depths of the leopard's lungs. I'm very tired, the Shield explains, a fanged yawn that nearly splits her jaws illustrating this remark. Her vision swims, but she clings to Safrin, a beacon in the swirling dark. I think I'm being punished. For failing Vi.
Rolling over, Amalia manages to move about an inch, seeking Safrin's touch and warmth. I don't know what's real anymore. Large dark eyes turn up to the goddess, swimming with a child's faith in her mother to chase away bad dreams. I would like to feel better now. Please.
