wednesday.

[sunfright]

SEPTEMBER 30TH

The city lies behind them, she doesn’t turn around to look; the Amazon knows what a falling system resembles. This one will be no different from any of the others, except in how her heart knows the faces and the names of the people whom she is leaving to pick up the rubble in its wake.

Is she supposed to show greater mercy than nature, isn’t she a reflection of storms and floods?

The harvest celebrations have yet to occur, the king would have allowed her to stay, but she wouldn’t allow herself. She has no right to the fruits of their labour, when her legacy is that chaotic notion of freedom and equality, ideals that must be built from a new foundation; first, all that is old must go. Down.

While she, on the other hand, must go up. There is only one way.

Such ends September in my Omina fic. Now comes the mountains and whatever awaits on the other side of them. I haven't decided yet.