Amalia
she wants the silence but fears the solitude
she wants to be alone and together with you
The mention of Sam has a strange expression moving over her face, conflicted as to whether she should say anything, unclear on what he knows already about their strange situation. "Is he okay?" It's obvious she's more concerned than an acquaintance would be, but again, she doesn't know how much Jigano is aware of, and whether Sam would want her to share.
Barefoot and bare legged, she steps into the water, enjoying the way the waves lap up against her ankles and calves. Nodding in response to Jigano's comment on strength, she flashes him a rueful glance. "That's kind of like what Safrin said to me. And what I've been realizing." With a final adjustment to the shield strap, she bends her legs to adopt a fighting stance. "I've been relying on my power too much. Thinking it made me more than human, and that I can rely on it without actually having to think."
A sharp nod at the question if ready, and she spar begins in earnest. The ball of fire flies neatly between them, illuminating the water before striking Amalia's shield and vanishing. It's a gentle first strike, but the world isn't gentle, and the Shield can't pretend it is. So when her turn comes for counterattack the girl does so in earnest, thrusting forward with her shield arm and sending the fire back at him. This time the fire flies out in a collection of pinpoints, much like a swarm of fireflies all hurtling toward the bard.
Behind them, Amalia's cheeks are pink from something other than a blush. And somewhere not so far away, the weather has begun to turn.
Barefoot and bare legged, she steps into the water, enjoying the way the waves lap up against her ankles and calves. Nodding in response to Jigano's comment on strength, she flashes him a rueful glance. "That's kind of like what Safrin said to me. And what I've been realizing." With a final adjustment to the shield strap, she bends her legs to adopt a fighting stance. "I've been relying on my power too much. Thinking it made me more than human, and that I can rely on it without actually having to think."
A sharp nod at the question if ready, and she spar begins in earnest. The ball of fire flies neatly between them, illuminating the water before striking Amalia's shield and vanishing. It's a gentle first strike, but the world isn't gentle, and the Shield can't pretend it is. So when her turn comes for counterattack the girl does so in earnest, thrusting forward with her shield arm and sending the fire back at him. This time the fire flies out in a collection of pinpoints, much like a swarm of fireflies all hurtling toward the bard.
Behind them, Amalia's cheeks are pink from something other than a blush. And somewhere not so far away, the weather has begun to turn.
she ran to the lighthouse, hoped that it would help her see
she saw that the lighthouse had been washed out to sea
