she had magic in her eyes even the stars envied
Aoife's attention is a welcome distraction from Amalia's discontent. She smiles at the child, running playful fingers across her nose, feathers sprouting from her fingers to tickle against her skin. If only adults were so easy to speak to, so simple and straightforward to understand-! Amalia sighs, leaning over to press a kiss on the star-eyed girl's curls before looking back at her father, wishing he would understand.
"You don't have to fight her. I know you're still recovering." Biting down on her lip, the girl frowns, dropping her eyes. Is that his concern? That they will force him into combat against an opponent he cannot quell? No- the opposite, in fact. "I don't want you to fight our battles, Ronin. I want you to be the one who guides us when the battles are done."
"You don't have to fight her. I know you're still recovering." Biting down on her lip, the girl frowns, dropping her eyes. Is that his concern? That they will force him into combat against an opponent he cannot quell? No- the opposite, in fact. "I don't want you to fight our battles, Ronin. I want you to be the one who guides us when the battles are done."
