Amalia
she was afraid of heights
Ronin looks like shit. It is the only thing Amalia can think as Remi leads her inside to where the reluctant King is waiting, haggard and worn and ringed in black. He stands so slowly, so uncomfortably, as though his bones had turned to dirt. Amalia has a vision suddenly, of the blue eyed and smiling man she met at the Festival of Lights so long ago.
That man is nowhere to be seen in the sickened figure before her.
Glancing at Remi and pulsing concern through the Attuned bond, the Shield of Safrin furrows her brow at the declaration that Sam was here, suddenly angry and afraid. After their encounter in the library - and after all the girl has learned - the idea of the Ascended slinking around sets her teeth on edge. "What did he want?" she questions sharply.
Then Ronin tells her, and the pieces fall into place.
"I know." They know. Amalia sighs and runs a hand through her hair. "I... Vi spoke to me. There's more, though. We should sit." Without much more ado she settles down onto the floor, waiting for them to join her back beside the fire.
That man is nowhere to be seen in the sickened figure before her.
Glancing at Remi and pulsing concern through the Attuned bond, the Shield of Safrin furrows her brow at the declaration that Sam was here, suddenly angry and afraid. After their encounter in the library - and after all the girl has learned - the idea of the Ascended slinking around sets her teeth on edge. "What did he want?" she questions sharply.
Then Ronin tells her, and the pieces fall into place.
"I know." They know. Amalia sighs and runs a hand through her hair. "I... Vi spoke to me. There's more, though. We should sit." Without much more ado she settles down onto the floor, waiting for them to join her back beside the fire.
but she was much more afraid
of never flying
