the darkest nights produce the brightest stars
Amalia nods thoughtfully at Safrin's explanation, willing herself not to wish that there had been some other task to do. Stop the Ascended, guard the portal- it is hard to stand against her kin while the world keeps howling back.
But the baker, the Shield, will not give up. Pressing her head to Safrin's hand one last time the leopard draws back, glancing at her avian friends. We will do our best, Safrin, she promises, weight shifting upon the snow. Thank you for seeing us. We will try to do as you've said.
{-fin}
But the baker, the Shield, will not give up. Pressing her head to Safrin's hand one last time the leopard draws back, glancing at her avian friends. We will do our best, Safrin, she promises, weight shifting upon the snow. Thank you for seeing us. We will try to do as you've said.
{-fin}
