Amalia
she was afraid of heights
She knows things now that she did not know before, and it is a weight she is not sure she truly wishes to carry.
Still, as the vision leaves her and the terror begins to fade Amalia knows what she must do, where she must go and who she must tell. The knowledge Vi has given her must be shared, and it must be shared with them: the ones most affected, the ones most hurt, the ones who stand to lose the most.
It is not all bad. Beneath the crushing weight of knowledge, hope flickers and sputters, ignited by faith. She clings to it like a lifeline, emboldens herself with the forced belief that all will be well in time, that something greater than them is at work, that a solution will arise.
Whether or not this is true, well...
She does not think about that now.
It is dusk when she reaches them, nearly night, the stars beginning to light the sky. Pushing her way through the guildhall door, Amalia peers inside, her dark gaze searching for signs that either of her friends are home. "Ronin? Remi? I need to speak with you..."
Still, as the vision leaves her and the terror begins to fade Amalia knows what she must do, where she must go and who she must tell. The knowledge Vi has given her must be shared, and it must be shared with them: the ones most affected, the ones most hurt, the ones who stand to lose the most.
It is not all bad. Beneath the crushing weight of knowledge, hope flickers and sputters, ignited by faith. She clings to it like a lifeline, emboldens herself with the forced belief that all will be well in time, that something greater than them is at work, that a solution will arise.
Whether or not this is true, well...
She does not think about that now.
It is dusk when she reaches them, nearly night, the stars beginning to light the sky. Pushing her way through the guildhall door, Amalia peers inside, her dark gaze searching for signs that either of her friends are home. "Ronin? Remi? I need to speak with you..."
but she was much more afraid
of never flying
