and look for the stars as the sun goes down
each breath that you take has a thunderous sound
each breath that you take has a thunderous sound
Amalia is not accustomed to this. To structures, Orders, to reporting to someone who holds the strings within his hands. His gentle chastising stings across her cheek as surely as a slap, causing anger and shame to flush over her cheeks; she withdraws her hands from the arms of the chair, flexing them in her lap. "I've never wanted to be in charge," the Shield replies tersely, her dark eyes darting up to his before dropping back to the papers on the desk. "But I was brought here to help, and I can't help if I don't know what's going on."
Again their eyes meet, the youthful passion of Amalia's clashing with Cian's superiority and age and easily losing the fight. The Shield doesn't know when to back down, though, and so she holds her head up high, biting the inside of her cheek. "To protect against the unnecessary loss of life," the girl answers with far more conviction than she actually feels. "On both sides." Ascended or not- and this she does believe with certainty, her jaw set stubbornly as she waits for him to deny it.
There's another thing she wants from him, before she ruins this encounter any more than she already has. Willing herself to relax a little, Amalia breathes in deeply to still her irritation, forcing respect into her voice. "I wanted to ask... I'd like a compass. Please. I have things to take care of, back in the Grounds... friends to speak to, and warn. And a task for Frey."
Again their eyes meet, the youthful passion of Amalia's clashing with Cian's superiority and age and easily losing the fight. The Shield doesn't know when to back down, though, and so she holds her head up high, biting the inside of her cheek. "To protect against the unnecessary loss of life," the girl answers with far more conviction than she actually feels. "On both sides." Ascended or not- and this she does believe with certainty, her jaw set stubbornly as she waits for him to deny it.
There's another thing she wants from him, before she ruins this encounter any more than she already has. Willing herself to relax a little, Amalia breathes in deeply to still her irritation, forcing respect into her voice. "I wanted to ask... I'd like a compass. Please. I have things to take care of, back in the Grounds... friends to speak to, and warn. And a task for Frey."
Amalia
