Amalia
the shield of safrin
Ludo is... tricky. It has its own morals, I think, sometimes. That Ludo would try to trick Remi so is unfortunate, but not particularly surprising to the girl, who has made a point of studying the gods. Her own encounters with the soul guide have been nothing but positive, but there have been enough tales of its cruelties that she knows to be wary of the playful god. That's why I want to speak to Mort. Because I cannot believe he condones killing, whatever Ludo may thinks.
Gliding down on tilting wings, Amalia follows the hawk down through the foliage, a small glittering whale rounding out the trio. She has been to this shrine before, more than once, but never to speak to Mort. Indeed, speaking to the loving god of death is not something she ever anticipate doing, and there is some trepidation that fills her now, eclipsed only partially by hope and excitement. Did you recognize the voices?
Gliding down on tilting wings, Amalia follows the hawk down through the foliage, a small glittering whale rounding out the trio. She has been to this shrine before, more than once, but never to speak to Mort. Indeed, speaking to the loving god of death is not something she ever anticipate doing, and there is some trepidation that fills her now, eclipsed only partially by hope and excitement. Did you recognize the voices?
you drew memories in my mind
i could never erase
you painted colors in my heart
i could never replace
