Amalia
she was afraid of heights
Amalia listens with quiet intensity as Ludo explains the moniker, her face awash with bemused pleasure, both delighted and puzzled by the turn of events. It is not for her to deny the gods, and yet she shakes her head, disbelieving, utterly unworthy of such recognition, proud and delighted in spite of that. "I..."
Stammering, unsure exactly what to say, Amalia simply bows her head. She had never expected to amount to anything, and now she is touched by a god.
"Oh!" Remembering something, Amalia pops up, her dark eyes seeking the mask in the trees. "I, ah, had a request for you, actually. My friend, Adam- you gave him a horn, and he filled it with alcohol." Her nose wrinkles in distaste. "Is there a way to change the contents to something that would help him feel better, without making him sick?"
Stammering, unsure exactly what to say, Amalia simply bows her head. She had never expected to amount to anything, and now she is touched by a god.
"Oh!" Remembering something, Amalia pops up, her dark eyes seeking the mask in the trees. "I, ah, had a request for you, actually. My friend, Adam- you gave him a horn, and he filled it with alcohol." Her nose wrinkles in distaste. "Is there a way to change the contents to something that would help him feel better, without making him sick?"
but she was much more afraid
of never flying
