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
His calm patience is grating on the easily impassioned Shield, but she inhales deeply (between clouds of smoke), trying to steel herself. She's here as a vassal of Vi, after all- and this man of smooth oil and coiling smoke is leader of the place she has been sent to make a home in. Still she cannot help the way her thumbs rub over the carved arms of the chair, pads digging into grooves and edges, a tactile reminder to stay present in the world.
"I would be glad to," Amalia replies softly, licking her lips. "Except that I don't know where it is. Finn suggested the Spire, in the Grounds... which would be hard to get to. I doubt Wessex would be thrilled to see us. Me." A painful understatement, and there is bitterness in her voice as she makes it. "Delphia was looking for the souls of the Ascended. She might know more."
Exhaling heavily, Amalia looks up, once more meeting those worn denim eyes that see so much and show so little. "Cian... Vi sent me here to work with you. But I'm still unclear on what it is I'm meant to do. Dorian, he said the Order was trying to stop a war before blood was shed. Others have told me you want the extermination of Ascended, and still others that you want to torture them." She shakes her head, eyebrows raised, a wry expression on her angled face. "You don't want me to assume, so tell me - what are the Order's plans, and what role do you expect me - expect us - to play in it?"
"I would be glad to," Amalia replies softly, licking her lips. "Except that I don't know where it is. Finn suggested the Spire, in the Grounds... which would be hard to get to. I doubt Wessex would be thrilled to see us. Me." A painful understatement, and there is bitterness in her voice as she makes it. "Delphia was looking for the souls of the Ascended. She might know more."
Exhaling heavily, Amalia looks up, once more meeting those worn denim eyes that see so much and show so little. "Cian... Vi sent me here to work with you. But I'm still unclear on what it is I'm meant to do. Dorian, he said the Order was trying to stop a war before blood was shed. Others have told me you want the extermination of Ascended, and still others that you want to torture them." She shakes her head, eyebrows raised, a wry expression on her angled face. "You don't want me to assume, so tell me - what are the Order's plans, and what role do you expect me - expect us - to play in it?"
Amalia
