ISRAFEL
Guilt almost consumes the golden Israfel, feeding back into the panic that had overtaken her and now mixing with a new fear that if she becomes too distressed, something else will disintegrate before their eyes. Before this wave can overtake her, it recedes. It mixes with something calmer - the feeling that, though she had killed the bird, it had not been a cruel death. It had been swift and effective with not even the chance of pain. How could there be, when a single blink would have covered the moment before the golden and red mist surrounded them?
Israfel assumes that it is Reave having this effect on her, but she does not think he is sharing with her any emotions - she doesn’t know such a thing is possible. She believes it’s just his presence - that this bone-armoured boy has become someone she is comfortable around, even as he encourages her to do things that are entirely outside her comfort zone. He is her friend, so of course it makes sense to her that just standing beside him makes her feel better.
For a moment, she seriously considers his question while she looks into Reave’s brilliant eyes. She’s picturing it, trying to care for the egg, and then suddenly the ridiculousness of that thought descends on her. A very quiet laugh escapes Israfel and she presses her shoulder into his bony hip in a playful nudge. “I’d squash it for sure.”
The laughter fades when her invisible eyes shift back to the egg, doomed now, and she sighs softly before admitting. “I just feel bad. It’s life hasn’t even begun and it’s over now.”
Because of me
Israfel assumes that it is Reave having this effect on her, but she does not think he is sharing with her any emotions - she doesn’t know such a thing is possible. She believes it’s just his presence - that this bone-armoured boy has become someone she is comfortable around, even as he encourages her to do things that are entirely outside her comfort zone. He is her friend, so of course it makes sense to her that just standing beside him makes her feel better.
For a moment, she seriously considers his question while she looks into Reave’s brilliant eyes. She’s picturing it, trying to care for the egg, and then suddenly the ridiculousness of that thought descends on her. A very quiet laugh escapes Israfel and she presses her shoulder into his bony hip in a playful nudge. “I’d squash it for sure.”
The laughter fades when her invisible eyes shift back to the egg, doomed now, and she sighs softly before admitting. “I just feel bad. It’s life hasn’t even begun and it’s over now.”
Because of me
@Reave