Amalia
the shield of safrin
"Well... they're twin gods. Male and female. More interested in the progression of nature than in humans, I think. My grandmother would say that Vi gave us the capacity for life, Mort gave us the capacity for love, and Rae gave us a space in which to make mistakes." Amalia's voice is distant and fond as she recollects the little she knows of the nature gods.
She shakes her head but does not reply to the information about Ronin, fairly certain nothing she says can lessen the weight on Remi's heart. Instead she sets to the things she can do: guiding him to the table where lunch is set out before going to hunt for quill and paper. "Whatever you like," she calls back to him, though the idea that he would make a drink inspired by her makes her cheeks flush a little. "I.. I'm not usually a drinker. But I trust you."
At last she finds writing implements and brings them to the table, scrawling out a list of supplies before whistling for Jyoti. The little whale has been outfitted with a small backpack, and Amalia tucks the not within, confident Evie will fulfill her requests.
She shakes her head but does not reply to the information about Ronin, fairly certain nothing she says can lessen the weight on Remi's heart. Instead she sets to the things she can do: guiding him to the table where lunch is set out before going to hunt for quill and paper. "Whatever you like," she calls back to him, though the idea that he would make a drink inspired by her makes her cheeks flush a little. "I.. I'm not usually a drinker. But I trust you."
At last she finds writing implements and brings them to the table, scrawling out a list of supplies before whistling for Jyoti. The little whale has been outfitted with a small backpack, and Amalia tucks the not within, confident Evie will fulfill her requests.
you are slowly growing
but you are still growing
and that is enough
