Sweetness and light filled her spirit as she closed her eyes and breathed in the night. It was a quiet evening, peaceful in those late hours as Astraea had awakened once more in May?s apartment like none of it had ever happened.
Toby must have been called away for a run but the moments to herself left her to reflection. The wounds both predominant for the physical, spiritual, mental, and emotional all were healing over as she perched up on the roof top of the apartment and stared up at the stars.
Her only companion in those hours became the Crow as he hopped restlessly about on the shingles, one bead of ink black eye trained on her.
?I?m fine.?
The crow cawed at a protest, a clack of beak in sharp dispute as the crystal bright eyes settled on him.
?I promise.?
The smile traced her lips even as she stretched out her wings behind her, feeling once more the strength there as she clutched to the timepiece. It felt good to no longer be so broken and ever so gradually she had begun to heal.
Still she worried about Chela and Rosaura. The thick darkness of night made her aware of the risk imposed upon the painter. As a human, even as protected by the Dark Man, Chela was not as strong in the Wastelands.
?What should I do??
A whisper was spoken to the bird as her fingers moved soothingly through his feathers. After coming home Astraea felt no desire to risk May, or Toby, or even Dillon. Still she couldn?t ask for Weaver to help when Weaver was already working with Arthur to control the Prince of Below and to fend off the wraiths of the Under King.
It made her feel so helpless. She couldn?t help but feel like it was her fault that Rosaura even existed and was causing as much strife and torment as the Prince of Below. Astraea couldn?t even bear to think of what might happen or what was possible if those two crossed paths.
Astraea could only make a silent wish to the stars as she hugged her knees and stared up at the sky. She could only make that wish that someone would come to Chela?s aid during the Hours of the Moon and more so pray that Rosaura and the Prince of Below never met.
Both of them had to be destroyed before everything fell apart. Astraea hated to think of causing ill or death to another, but it seemed there was no choice.
Toby must have been called away for a run but the moments to herself left her to reflection. The wounds both predominant for the physical, spiritual, mental, and emotional all were healing over as she perched up on the roof top of the apartment and stared up at the stars.
Her only companion in those hours became the Crow as he hopped restlessly about on the shingles, one bead of ink black eye trained on her.
?I?m fine.?
The crow cawed at a protest, a clack of beak in sharp dispute as the crystal bright eyes settled on him.
?I promise.?
The smile traced her lips even as she stretched out her wings behind her, feeling once more the strength there as she clutched to the timepiece. It felt good to no longer be so broken and ever so gradually she had begun to heal.
Still she worried about Chela and Rosaura. The thick darkness of night made her aware of the risk imposed upon the painter. As a human, even as protected by the Dark Man, Chela was not as strong in the Wastelands.
?What should I do??
A whisper was spoken to the bird as her fingers moved soothingly through his feathers. After coming home Astraea felt no desire to risk May, or Toby, or even Dillon. Still she couldn?t ask for Weaver to help when Weaver was already working with Arthur to control the Prince of Below and to fend off the wraiths of the Under King.
It made her feel so helpless. She couldn?t help but feel like it was her fault that Rosaura even existed and was causing as much strife and torment as the Prince of Below. Astraea couldn?t even bear to think of what might happen or what was possible if those two crossed paths.
Astraea could only make a silent wish to the stars as she hugged her knees and stared up at the sky. She could only make that wish that someone would come to Chela?s aid during the Hours of the Moon and more so pray that Rosaura and the Prince of Below never met.
Both of them had to be destroyed before everything fell apart. Astraea hated to think of causing ill or death to another, but it seemed there was no choice.