I run to the river and dive straight in
I pray that the water will drown out the din
Remi had left her for something involving Vai, and Amalia had spent the day (night? Evening?) worrying, her anxiety growing by leaps and bounds as the moments until the meeting ticked by. So now as they approach the shrine she finds herself as tightly wound as she has ever been, a bowstring pulled taut enough to thrum with music if it’s touched. Remi is back and in one piece, but she hasn’t had a chance to ask what happened- and from the looks of the man, nothing good. Is Vai okay? she questions through the Attuned bond as they follow Gideon to the secluded shrine. Are you?
It’s surprising, how few people are here. She would have expected guards, pushback - perhaps it’s a secret blessing, whatever happened with Vai. As soon as she thinks it Amalia regrets it, biting hard on her lip as shame rolls through her cheeks. She has nothing with her but her strength, her sword, and her shield, but as Gideon questions their readiness the Archangel gives a curt nod. “Ready.”
It’s surprising, how few people are here. She would have expected guards, pushback - perhaps it’s a secret blessing, whatever happened with Vai. As soon as she thinks it Amalia regrets it, biting hard on her lip as shame rolls through her cheeks. She has nothing with her but her strength, her sword, and her shield, but as Gideon questions their readiness the Archangel gives a curt nod. “Ready.”
i swallow the sound and it swallows me whole
'Til there's nothing left inside my soul
Amalia
