Amalia
the shield of safrin
In the end, no answer comes.
She waits longer than is strictly necessary, perhaps, knowing before she opens her eyes that there will be no figure to meet her. Amalia has prayed often enough to know how it feels when her calls are unanswered, and while normally she is unperturbed on these occasions, the lack of response is troubling today. Is this Mort's way of telling them that he does, in fact, condone Ludo's instruction? Is the god of death too busy to notice them? Certainly there is more at stake of late, greater issues than their moral quandary, but still.
Amalia would have liked direction. Now, she simply feels more lost.
Exhaling a soft sigh, the baker lets her eyes flutter open, dropping Remi's hand. "I don't think he's coming," she murmurs gently, reaching up to stroke Jyoti who coos reassuringly at her shouder. "So what do we do now?"
She waits longer than is strictly necessary, perhaps, knowing before she opens her eyes that there will be no figure to meet her. Amalia has prayed often enough to know how it feels when her calls are unanswered, and while normally she is unperturbed on these occasions, the lack of response is troubling today. Is this Mort's way of telling them that he does, in fact, condone Ludo's instruction? Is the god of death too busy to notice them? Certainly there is more at stake of late, greater issues than their moral quandary, but still.
Amalia would have liked direction. Now, she simply feels more lost.
Exhaling a soft sigh, the baker lets her eyes flutter open, dropping Remi's hand. "I don't think he's coming," she murmurs gently, reaching up to stroke Jyoti who coos reassuringly at her shouder. "So what do we do now?"
you drew memories in my mind
i could never erase
you painted colors in my heart
i could never replace
