Amalia
the shield of safrin
"Why favor Frey at all?" It's a question she has for most of Their acolytes, Amalia never having developed a taste for the sexual god. Respect, yes: she respects all the heralds, her pious nature leaving no room for things to be otherwise. As for Ludo, Amalia hadn't known about the lion's encounter with it. "They... why?" she asks, bemused, her guard dropping and her eyebrow rising.
She lands on his back with relative ease, not expecting him to react as he does. The bulk of the lion is massive as it falls upon her, pushing her diaphragm up to her lungs and knocking the wind from her body. Blinking back tears of surprise and pain, Amalia does the only thing she can think of: she shifts, her body contorting to become much larger, the qilin's bulk hopefully enough to dislodge him from her so she might again stand.
She lands on his back with relative ease, not expecting him to react as he does. The bulk of the lion is massive as it falls upon her, pushing her diaphragm up to her lungs and knocking the wind from her body. Blinking back tears of surprise and pain, Amalia does the only thing she can think of: she shifts, her body contorting to become much larger, the qilin's bulk hopefully enough to dislodge him from her so she might again stand.
everything that drowned me
taught me how to swim
taught me how to swim
