[To say Bryony likes Amaya wouldn't entirely do the kindred feeling justice, but she doesn't have words for it otherwise. Instead, she expresses it in chains of flowers draped over Amaya's head, in missions always done together, in their hand-braided matching friendship bracelets to join the one already on Bryony's wrist. She misses its other half, but their fight at home has already been so hard on Fiore; he would hate it here.
(Bryony does, too, under the laughter and little acts of whimsy she orchestrates in their downtime. People like Amaya, though, make it easier.)
She's been in this place longer than Amaya. This is not her first fight here—far from her first fight before this world's revolution demanded her service, far from her first life taken. One wouldn't know it with the way she weeps.
Her tears don't stop when Amaya calls her as she stands, but she smiles, if weakly, in greeting when she turns and meets her.]
There are still a few more I need to bury. [What a tragic thing to have to say, and what a tragic look on little Bryony's face.] But I have a minute if you need something.
"sad girl aux cable" is my new FAVORITE turn of phrase
(Bryony does, too, under the laughter and little acts of whimsy she orchestrates in their downtime. People like Amaya, though, make it easier.)
She's been in this place longer than Amaya. This is not her first fight here—far from her first fight before this world's revolution demanded her service, far from her first life taken. One wouldn't know it with the way she weeps.
Her tears don't stop when Amaya calls her as she stands, but she smiles, if weakly, in greeting when she turns and meets her.]
There are still a few more I need to bury. [What a tragic thing to have to say, and what a tragic look on little Bryony's face.] But I have a minute if you need something.