Amalia
she was afraid of heights
Dawn, and she stands at the Spire's base, staring up at the shattered monolith while trying to suppress a shiver. She hates this place: it stings in her memory like a thousand tiny barbs, painful reminders of past mistakes lashing on her skin. Always a fixture in her mind, to see it broken and laid open makes the girl uncomfortable in ways she cannot explain. It wasn't meant to be like this, and yet she has taken the freedom greedily, entrenched herself in the outside world at the first opportunity to arise.
Is she so faithless, so feckless, to abandon her principals at the first sight of the horizon?
Amalia sighs, another shiver pushing over her despite the warm morning, the rising sun. Her staff is clutched in one hand; a bag hangs over her shoulder, containing food and small supplies. Breeches and a spun tunic make for simple ware, the ensemble complete by a long red scarf which she intends to tie around her face, in case the venomous spores remain. She had brought four extras, and she offers it to each of the arrivals in turn, just in case they forget.
When her team has assembled Amalia turns around, black eyes glittering with determination, a plan set in her veins. "The tulmhainar was in the basement, so we're going to go down. Keep your scarves handy, in case there's still gas. And be careful." So saying, Amalia inhales deeply, her hand white knuckled as she takes the first step, staff bathing the staircase in crimson light.
This is a closed PQ to explore the Spire's basement and try to rescue the tulmhainar inside.
No post order!
Is she so faithless, so feckless, to abandon her principals at the first sight of the horizon?
Amalia sighs, another shiver pushing over her despite the warm morning, the rising sun. Her staff is clutched in one hand; a bag hangs over her shoulder, containing food and small supplies. Breeches and a spun tunic make for simple ware, the ensemble complete by a long red scarf which she intends to tie around her face, in case the venomous spores remain. She had brought four extras, and she offers it to each of the arrivals in turn, just in case they forget.
When her team has assembled Amalia turns around, black eyes glittering with determination, a plan set in her veins. "The tulmhainar was in the basement, so we're going to go down. Keep your scarves handy, in case there's still gas. And be careful." So saying, Amalia inhales deeply, her hand white knuckled as she takes the first step, staff bathing the staircase in crimson light.
This is a closed PQ to explore the Spire's basement and try to rescue the tulmhainar inside.
No post order!
but she was much more afraid
of never flying
