Amalia
With every word that leaves her lips Amalia's anger deepens, until the embers in her chest ignite and emblaze like a bed of coals. So mistreated, so long-suffering-! Through eyes like knives the girl stares, her grip on her staff shifting unhappily, her eyebrows growing steadily more knit. Roana asked her to say what she knows, and the girl remains mute. Amalia knows as much as she needs, to know she is not this woman's friend.
Oh, but the soldier isn't done. The sunlight baker tilts her head, a bemused expression on here face. "I did not know you were those things." Almost innocent, almost kind- she shrugs as if to answer the more you know. "I don't know you. I know who you are. I know you threatened my people because we suggested caution, and that you have made no effort to learn our ways, and that you hurt my best friend."
This last part is said with inflections of steel, something wicked and dangerous in her eyes. Amalia will suffer many things: hurting her kin is not one. Claws grow from her barren nails, feline teeth suddenly visible behind her lips. "I'm not surprised to hear you torture bunnies, too."
Oh, but the soldier isn't done. The sunlight baker tilts her head, a bemused expression on here face. "I did not know you were those things." Almost innocent, almost kind- she shrugs as if to answer the more you know. "I don't know you. I know who you are. I know you threatened my people because we suggested caution, and that you have made no effort to learn our ways, and that you hurt my best friend."
This last part is said with inflections of steel, something wicked and dangerous in her eyes. Amalia will suffer many things: hurting her kin is not one. Claws grow from her barren nails, feline teeth suddenly visible behind her lips. "I'm not surprised to hear you torture bunnies, too."
