Amalia
the shield of safrin
"It's not your fault," she replies automatically, pursing her lips in clear unhappiness. If anyone is to blame for this it is Amalia, selfish and doubtful and daring to think she might be more. "They have the rest of the world to care for." Solve your own problems, nothing child. Tend to your own wounds.
Talking to Roana. Yes, that is the next step, as loath as she is to do so. "I'll come with you. She promised to wait until we heard from Mort, but since he didn't answer..." she shrugs, biting her lip anxiously, her dark eyes turning up to the sky. "I cannot stand against the gods, Remi. But what Roana wants to do... it's wrong."
Talking to Roana. Yes, that is the next step, as loath as she is to do so. "I'll come with you. She promised to wait until we heard from Mort, but since he didn't answer..." she shrugs, biting her lip anxiously, her dark eyes turning up to the sky. "I cannot stand against the gods, Remi. But what Roana wants to do... it's wrong."
you drew memories in my mind
i could never erase
you painted colors in my heart
i could never replace
