Amalia
the shield of safrin
Empathy radiates from her soul, presses against him with silent affection. She can never understand the things he has been through, but she can still feel for him just as she admires the strength he demonstrates, his ability to overcome. She wishes she could believe in the future the way that Remi seems to, to find strength in adversity, to see the silver lining of every cloud.
But Amalia is not an optimist. All she can do is keep pushing, keep trying, keep crawling towards a goal, until her knees are bloody and her palms are raw and her heart lies beating on the ground.
Landing in the soft new snow, the baker shifts to human form, Jyoti coming to rest upon her shoulder as she looks upon the shrine. Remi's question is one she has not yet dared to ask, one she hopes she will not have to answer, because then she will be lost. Staring at the shrine, the young Shield sighs. "Then we will find another way. But first we have to ask. To try."
But Amalia is not an optimist. All she can do is keep pushing, keep trying, keep crawling towards a goal, until her knees are bloody and her palms are raw and her heart lies beating on the ground.
Landing in the soft new snow, the baker shifts to human form, Jyoti coming to rest upon her shoulder as she looks upon the shrine. Remi's question is one she has not yet dared to ask, one she hopes she will not have to answer, because then she will be lost. Staring at the shrine, the young Shield sighs. "Then we will find another way. But first we have to ask. To try."
you drew memories in my mind
i could never erase
you painted colors in my heart
i could never replace
