Aviana Violet: ~repack~

It was Kael. He wasn't grumbling. He was smiling, his weathered face wet with tears. In his hand, he held a single violet petal.

She was twelve, with storm-colored eyes and hair the shade of dried kelp, and she spent her days in the Hydroponic District, tending to the only living things that still remembered light: a row of struggling violet orchids. aviana violet

Suddenly, she was standing on a cliff of black volcanic rock, gasping. Above her was not a dome, but an endless, terrifying, beautiful expanse of deepening blue. And at the edge of that blue, a crack of molten gold. It was Kael