Amalia
the shield of safrin
Amalia's persistent anxiety only deepens as Delphia chides her for her humility, feeling less humble and more woefully undeserving and under-prepared for the amount of expectations placed upon her by this demigod. Half-smiling, half-speechless, she bows her head and looks away, unable to fathom how a daughter of Mort could possibly be in her store, asking her for help.When she mentions the Voice, though, Amalia's expression falters, the slender face growing swiftly serious and she begins to worry her lip. Nodding, the baker regards Delphia, certain that this young demigoddess must know more than she possibly could. "Yes... Safrin said as much to me. And Ronin, too." Lost souls, trapped for who knows what purpose. It makes the girl shiver.
Amalia begins to move again, grabbing a risen loaf of bread and pressing it down with balled-up fists. The action soothes her; she finds herself steadied by her work. "I've been into the Spire a handful of times, now. It's... it's in disrepair. You would probably want someone with earth magic, and the ability to fly as an Attuned would be valuable..." She trails off thoughtfully, names springing to her mind.
someday we'll find what we're looking for
or maybe not
maybe we'll find something much greater
