Skellig cannot hide his reaction to that, as his face falls and his heart shatters in his chest.
How is that even possible? How is it that she has never seen the brilliant blue (or whatever colors skies are on her world) background endless and stretching to the horizons? Never seen clouds, never witnessed the rise and set of the sun(s) or moon(s)? Fog, rainbows, rain...she has never felt rain, before? Never felt a breeze rustle through her hair, never stood firm against a wind so fierce it threatened to knock her over where she stood?
Even when everything has gone wrong in Skellig's life, there has always been the sky, somewhere, to think about.
Heat burns in the back of his eyes and his vision blurs, voice going rough as he blinks away tears. This is not her fault. This is not something she should be ashamed of, feel guilty for.
"We will fix that," he says firmly. "After we clean up breakfast."
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Skellig cannot hide his reaction to that, as his face falls and his heart shatters in his chest.
How is that even possible? How is it that she has never seen the brilliant blue (or whatever colors skies are on her world) background endless and stretching to the horizons? Never seen clouds, never witnessed the rise and set of the sun(s) or moon(s)? Fog, rainbows, rain...she has never felt rain, before? Never felt a breeze rustle through her hair, never stood firm against a wind so fierce it threatened to knock her over where she stood?
Even when everything has gone wrong in Skellig's life, there has always been the sky, somewhere, to think about.
Heat burns in the back of his eyes and his vision blurs, voice going rough as he blinks away tears. This is not her fault. This is not something she should be ashamed of, feel guilty for.
"We will fix that," he says firmly. "After we clean up breakfast."