07-01-2017, 02:57 PM
if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
Their crystalline lake is red with the blood of the fish that had called it home, the scent of their carcasses overbearing at the lakeside. Amet can't look at it now, can't bring himself to acknowledge the destruction. It doesn't matter, he thinks sharply, the land will heal itself in time. All that matters are the lives that he has committed himself to protecting. And so far, he's done almost nothing for them.
He's still panicked and wide-eyed as he stands near the injured Tang, Molotov's flame-kissed body, and a more dragon-like version of Castile than he had ever seen, but the young Amet knows that he must step up for them.
"Castile, please find Djinni in Sylva. I will go north, to find Nayl in Nerine." He pauses, his amber eyes finding Molotov and Tang. "Molotov, listen for their return and if they do, bring everyone else to Nerine. We do not have the powers to stop them, and I would rather relocate everyone than force them to stay here and risk injury."
And then he runs, his golden body an adrenaline-soaked blur as he heads for the Empress.
Amet