i sailed seas of emotion to wander a forest of scars
i am a dance of light and darkness
Amalia has not spent a great deal of time in the Guild of late, but today finds her within the hall, pouring through books from Safrin's library in hopes of learning more prior to her next foray into their depths. The knock upon the door catches her somewhat by surprise: few come here, to her knowledge, and she had not anticipated being interrupted by anyone. For a moment her heart tightens in her chest, concern that it might be Samuel or Jigano-
-but Deimos' mental voice sets her at ease, more than anything else ever could.
"Come in," Amalia calls aloud, moving her books to a pile and rising from her chair. Glancing between the Queen and the General, the Shield frowns slightly at Deimos' mental irritation, pulling uneasily at the hem of her tunic. What happened? she asks her lover silently, dark eyes flitting back to Wessex. She had known about the meeting in the wildwood, but opted not to attend. Now she wonders if the exchange did not go even worse than Amalia had cause to expect.
-but Deimos' mental voice sets her at ease, more than anything else ever could.
"Come in," Amalia calls aloud, moving her books to a pile and rising from her chair. Glancing between the Queen and the General, the Shield frowns slightly at Deimos' mental irritation, pulling uneasily at the hem of her tunic. What happened? she asks her lover silently, dark eyes flitting back to Wessex. She had known about the meeting in the wildwood, but opted not to attend. Now she wonders if the exchange did not go even worse than Amalia had cause to expect.
a galaxy of shadows and stars
Amalia
