Amalia
the shield of safrin
It seems there is to be no end of people seeking her out.As the voice rings through the shop Amalia briefly entertains the thought of simply slipping out the back, avoiding the inevitable difficulty and responsibility that comes with being Safrin's Shield. How easy would it be to shift and disappear, fly into the rafters and wait for the woman she does not know to leave? Easier, certainly, than another conversation where her morals are questioned and her resolve strained. Easier than recounting the sins of the Voice, justifying her dislike for the being.
Easier, but not better, and certainly not fair. Amalia asked for this responsibility. Who would she be, to shrug it off when it did not suit.
Steeling herself against the inevitable, the girl steps out from behind the wall, her expression softened by a mild smile. "Ah... that's me. Amalia." As she speaks Jyoti appears from upstairs, coming to float beside her bonded. The baker scratches the whale's back gently as the little cetacean eyes the stranger curiously, bubbling starlight and song. Wiping her hands upon her apron, the Shield comes to a rest behind her counter. "How can I help you, ah...?"
someday we'll find what we're looking for
or maybe not
maybe we'll find something much greater
