AmaLiA
the shield of safrin
She expects a star, perhaps, or a lock of hair at the most: not a piece of bone. Eyes growing wide in shock, Amalia gaps as Safrin reaches into her chest and pulls out a tiny piece of sparkling rib, dark as the night sky and porous. Speechless, she watches the goddess press it among the charms, reaching up to touch it as Safrin's fingers fall away. It's... warm? And hard?
And certainly memorable.
"Thank... you," Amalia says, almost laughing, not really sure what else to do. "Did... did it hurt?" A piece of the goddess, indeed.
And certainly memorable.
"Thank... you," Amalia says, almost laughing, not really sure what else to do. "Did... did it hurt?" A piece of the goddess, indeed.
you're breaking your own heart
