Amalia
only lonely hid the morning from the stars
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Safrin remains evasive as ever, and Amalia cannot help the way she sinks, knowing that the goddess will not confide. Oh, her smile is infectious, her laughter a balm: but beneath it there is a distance between them, the girl's inadequacies laid bare to see.
If her evasion is an ember, the next phrase is a whip, burning on her gentle soul as any lacerating tongue. Amalia drops her tawny head, drawing her knees up to her chest. "That's what Frey said." That, and other things, less kind but still, in spirit, the same. "They said that I failed. That if I had paid more attention, had done more, maybe things would be different.." It is not vanity, not some misplaced idea that she, Amalia, possesses some great ability to thwart the rising tide. But perhaps if she had done more, perhaps if she had tried-
Sighing, she wraps her arms around her legs, letting her face fall to her knees. "I don't know what to do anymore. Was coming here the right thing? Was it wrong? Should I have died inside the Spire, to try and keep the Voice contained?"
If her evasion is an ember, the next phrase is a whip, burning on her gentle soul as any lacerating tongue. Amalia drops her tawny head, drawing her knees up to her chest. "That's what Frey said." That, and other things, less kind but still, in spirit, the same. "They said that I failed. That if I had paid more attention, had done more, maybe things would be different.." It is not vanity, not some misplaced idea that she, Amalia, possesses some great ability to thwart the rising tide. But perhaps if she had done more, perhaps if she had tried-
Sighing, she wraps her arms around her legs, letting her face fall to her knees. "I don't know what to do anymore. Was coming here the right thing? Was it wrong? Should I have died inside the Spire, to try and keep the Voice contained?"
