Amalia
the shield of safrin
Not even worthy of hate. It is a cruel blow and it lands true, making the girl wince with pain. It is a monster that speaks the words, she knows it is, but it feels like validation of her fears, a confirmation of the deep anxiety which has pervaded through her entire life. Yes, she is nothing, a speck on the air, and he is everything she has ever wanted to be.
It isn't fair. It isn't right. But it is the way of the world.
His blow is explosive and it sends her sprawling, the staff flying from her hands and landing beside her on the ground. She can feel pain bloom across her back, a bruise blooming across her tailbone as it strikes upon a rock. Her head, at least, is saved by the snow. Instinctively, defensively, she rolls to the side, grabbing the staff as her body flips over it, her body distinctly feline in its flexibility as fur rises from her shoulders. Swiftly she attempts to regain her feet, the shield raised up before her, a leopard's snark behind her lips. "Fine. Maybe I'm nothing, but at least I keep trying. You? You're everything, and you're letting the Voice win."
It isn't fair. It isn't right. But it is the way of the world.
His blow is explosive and it sends her sprawling, the staff flying from her hands and landing beside her on the ground. She can feel pain bloom across her back, a bruise blooming across her tailbone as it strikes upon a rock. Her head, at least, is saved by the snow. Instinctively, defensively, she rolls to the side, grabbing the staff as her body flips over it, her body distinctly feline in its flexibility as fur rises from her shoulders. Swiftly she attempts to regain her feet, the shield raised up before her, a leopard's snark behind her lips. "Fine. Maybe I'm nothing, but at least I keep trying. You? You're everything, and you're letting the Voice win."
you are slowly growing
but you are still growing
and that is enough
