[AW] where does the good go

[Florentine]

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The ground blossoms at his touch. Ipomoea stands amidst a flourishing field that reaches out and out and out. It turns ash into flowers and grasses, trees and brush.
 
Florentine had roamed through black, so much black. The forest was utterly silent, a charcoal sketch of greys and blacks that smelled of burning and smoke. It was a cathedral blown open by gunpowder. Each tree is split and as her feathers touch their scolded bark, it blows away as ash.
 
How long had she roamed through this stricken land until Po appeared as a splash of colour between the trees? How often had she run here and watched the eagle fly? Was its home now ruined? Did it still watch the dawn from atop its tree’s crown?
 
Florentine moves to her friend, each step a cloud of dust and debris. A twig snaps and she wonders how it was still rigid, how it does not crumble like all else. Sadness twists in her chest, but she does not shed a tear, not like she did with her brother. Is there no part of Novus that does not bear a scar? Terrastella has only just recovered from its floods – all is still sodden and full of mud. Her garden washed away.
 
“Oh Po,” The traveller girl breathes as she steps from ash to grass. Her lips lower to skim over the grasses his magic forged. Oh, they taste sweet and full of promise. The flowers are a sweetness to counter the acrid smell of smoke and ash. “What happened?” She asks and fears she knows. “The gods…” Her eyes lift and she moves to reach to touch the flowers atop his crown, but stops, hesitant. The last she saw of him was when they were corralled in the stone of Tempus’ temple. That was bad, it dogs her mind with ghosts, but oh, this is worse.
 
Florentine moves to stand beside her friend, her wings reaching for his, her petals tumbling like tears. “You make beauty where it’s needed most.” Her voice is a whisper and she drinks in his meadow, his fatigue, the dark of his once gleaming eyes.


@Ipomoea 

florentine
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