Amalia
don't make a shadow of yourself, always shutting out the light
"It doesn't sound as though you did much other than talk, either," she counters testily, dark eyes narrowing at the warchief's declaration. "Wessex assists in spreading the blight, leads a group into your woods to fell a sacred tree, kills five of your soldiers- yet I'm the one receiving death threats." It seems a little hypocritical, but then, Amalia is not well versed in the privileges afforded to those in power. Perhaps there is a level of immunity Wessex walks with that the simple baker cannot hope to ever understand.
Sighing with a shrug, Amalia glances away. "I have wanted to ask- the Tulmhainar. Is... is it well? Was it affected by the blight?"
Sighing with a shrug, Amalia glances away. "I have wanted to ask- the Tulmhainar. Is... is it well? Was it affected by the blight?"
