Amalia
only lonely hid the morning from the stars
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Amalia listens to the goddess intently, mulling over the situation in her mind. The idea of finding a tulmhainar's heartbeat seems rather difficult to parse, but if Safrin believes it can be done then the girl is not the sort to question, to doubt the knowledge of her gods. Uncurling enough to look at the goddess, the baker bites her lower lip, each word another puzzle piece which fits within her mind.
"Another way..." Inhaling sharply, Amalia nods her head. "Then I will find it." There is a stubborn line to her jaw, a wavering certainty emboldened by piety in the way she says the words. No creature deserves to suffer for centuries, trapped in the dark with nobody but the Voice- especially one as majestic as the tulmhainar. "And if I find it, and it's alive.... what should I do then?"
How does one get a giant world-turtle out of its underground cage?
"Another way..." Inhaling sharply, Amalia nods her head. "Then I will find it." There is a stubborn line to her jaw, a wavering certainty emboldened by piety in the way she says the words. No creature deserves to suffer for centuries, trapped in the dark with nobody but the Voice- especially one as majestic as the tulmhainar. "And if I find it, and it's alive.... what should I do then?"
How does one get a giant world-turtle out of its underground cage?
