The snippet of text reads: A whisper of warmth and the sweet caress of love. Her grandmother and mother. Her brother. Their presence was brief, their hands reaching out one final time. A reminder that she was not alone in this aetherial sea, in this upcoming battle. They granted her strength, and the promise that they would watch over her always. As they always had been. Vespyria felt tears race down her face and the wobble of her mouth. "T-Thank you. I'll make you proud, I promise." Their spirits disappeared, departing with soft smiles. As she continued down the crystallized pathway, their love lingered as a reminder that she was never alone.
#AuRaApril | Day 9: Melancholy
The farewell she desperately needed.
#vespyria ✧ #vespyriawrites
