Amalia
the shield of safrin
"As though I have any idea what I'm doing." Amalia smiles wryly at Remi, but does not protest further as he takes her hand, her fingers closing easily in his. It is beautiful, the shrine, and the candles leave spots behind her eyes as she lets long lashes fall down to her cheeks.
For a moment fears and failures fall away: there is only here, and them, and the beauty of reverence, her love for the gods and the strength of her faith. Exhaling softly, the girl begins, her voice a low hum in the mystic place. "Mort, who cares for those who have passed on from life... please, allow us a moment of your time. We need your guidance, so we might walk a path deserving of your love." It is a modification of an old, simple prayer, but it is all she can manage by words. Through her mind, though, she exudes the depth of her reverence and ardor, her prayers and fears and need for redemption, her childlike search for guidance and hope.
For a moment fears and failures fall away: there is only here, and them, and the beauty of reverence, her love for the gods and the strength of her faith. Exhaling softly, the girl begins, her voice a low hum in the mystic place. "Mort, who cares for those who have passed on from life... please, allow us a moment of your time. We need your guidance, so we might walk a path deserving of your love." It is a modification of an old, simple prayer, but it is all she can manage by words. Through her mind, though, she exudes the depth of her reverence and ardor, her prayers and fears and need for redemption, her childlike search for guidance and hope.
you drew memories in my mind
i could never erase
you painted colors in my heart
i could never replace
