AmaLiA
the shield of safrin
Amalia does indeed shiver at the pressure on her scalp. "Do you think it might be written somewhere? We... we are going to go back down to the library, to try and find more information. Maybe there are answers in the Underground." Again Amalia rubs her wrist, thoughtful and far away. She would really rather not ask the Voice, but perhaps one of the Ascended could help.
"I wouldn't want to be immortal," Amalia admits, shaking her head emphatically. "I just... if I die - if I see them again - I don't know if..." If I can come back. If I can bear it.
When the goddess asks her what she needs, the baker nibbles her lip in thought. "Well... I'm stronger now. And I have the antlers. And Jyo." The starwhale trills her agreement, though Amalia is anxious as to whether the whale will be in danger during the long night. Which isn't to mention her friends, who lack the protection of the luxere staff yet still intend to go into the night. "Last year the dream fish protected people. Will there be more this year?"
"I wouldn't want to be immortal," Amalia admits, shaking her head emphatically. "I just... if I die - if I see them again - I don't know if..." If I can come back. If I can bear it.
When the goddess asks her what she needs, the baker nibbles her lip in thought. "Well... I'm stronger now. And I have the antlers. And Jyo." The starwhale trills her agreement, though Amalia is anxious as to whether the whale will be in danger during the long night. Which isn't to mention her friends, who lack the protection of the luxere staff yet still intend to go into the night. "Last year the dream fish protected people. Will there be more this year?"
you're breaking your own heart
