what's done cannot be undone
Dear Father,
Have you seen the flames? If they were not so tied to catastrophe, I would’ve thought them just a little lovely.
In a morbid way.
I think I am becoming too morbid, in the hallowed darkness of the Scarab. But can you blame me?
I do not know what it looks like to you in Solterra, but I wanted to assure you that the eruption looks worse than it really is. You should not worry too much.
There is no need for you to come down. We are alright. I will keep things alright.
- Aghavni
Senna’s lips ghosted over the ink of his daughter’s scrawling calligraphy, each one of her carefully blithe words tightening the clench of his jaw. By the time he reached the end of the parchment, a new line had etched itself into the hollows of his brow.
He shut his eyes and wondered when she had learned to conceal her distress as deftly as her mother.
She told you not to worry. Nestor’s wings brushed softly against the curtains as she sailed in through the open window. She told you not to go. But we both know, the falcon lowered her white head to preen back the feathers of her wings.
you will not listen. He turned a weary eye towards her.
“I know.”
He had not followed the rest of Solterra out to gape at the sky when a thundering — louder than the seraphim’s cannons, louder, he’d thought, than the sundering of the world — had sent the crows taking to the skies in great, black flocks.
(His memories of the chimaeran war drifted in and out like actors on a stage. They visited at unwelcome hours.)
His bones still remembered the makings of chaos. His skin still remembered the heat of flames. He glanced out the window, at the sun not yet hitting the apex of noon.
He folded the letter into quarters.
“If we head for Denocte without delay, we will make it there by nightfall.”
@Random Events | "senna" nestor
***STAFF EDIT
@Sennahas rolled a 1! He has been awarded +10 signos
