a sunflower soul
She wants to ask why - or pretend she doesn’t hear him, or linger behind looking at the seashells, or beg to stay for just one more minute - but something in her father’s tone has her turning and running to his side instead. It sounds something like fear, running like ice through her veins when she fell into the Rapax, and she knows not to argue with it.
Maret has never seen her father afraid before, and she knows that it must be something bad to make him call to her like that.
So she presses herself into his side, and her magic is a broken thing that makes the water in the air crack like a thousand fragile crystals. She watches the world through the gold of his wings, everything yellow and bright and beautiful, and even though she doesn’t understand why they’re running, she does it anyway.
But she can’t resist looking back over her shoulder at the island when they begin to cross the bridge. And Maret doesn’t see anything terrible or broken or dangerous, she doesn’t see the way the trees are crashing down and the waves are drowning them all.
She sees only magic in the way the light turns everything gold and sharp, beauty in the way the sand seems to float in slow motion through the air.
STAFF EDIT***
@maret has rolled a 5! They have been awarded +350 signos.
