Amalia
the shield of safrin
The Underground.Amalia has spent little time in this place: too dark, too dreary, too full of secrets, some of them good and many others bad. It is here that she made her greatest mistake, the one that led to every disaster, to the world falling apart. She never should have helped them liberate the Voice - and while she knows it was a group effort, while she knows the blame is not squarely on hers, it is she who made the fatal whisper, who answered the riddle and opened the door.
It is here she must return to look for answers, to continue the hunt for absolution of this, her cardinal sin. The blight may be lifted, but there is still work to do, people to guide back from the darkness. One of those beings may be beyond hope, but Amalia is nothing if she does not try.
She carries with her the usual armament, though the staff and shield are strapped to her back in an attempt to avoid the appearance of a threat. A dimly lit lantern is held in her right hand, and on her pack a small box hangs, buzzing with a special treat: a paper wasp, caught in the Antheneum. The other treasure she carries is fragile, wrapped in cloth and tucked in her pocket, a single rose of Vi.
Barefoot, ginger, the girl steps into the darkness, pressing forward with calming thoughts, invitation she does not know if it can hear. If it was an animal once, perhaps the Attuned bond will work, but... she does not know. "Prince? Are you here? I've brought you a gift..." She is dressed in muted colors, grays and blacks, the only spot of color the red scarf wrapped loosely around her neck.
someday we'll find what we're looking for
or maybe not
maybe we'll find something much greater
