Amalia
she wants the silence but fears the solitude
she wants to be alone and together with you
The room they move into is beautiful, if deadly, sharper edges than she has ever seen glittering with shades of bronze and blue. Amalia finds herself distracted from Ingrid's talk of mage glass, only distantly picking up descriptions of the mysterious stuff. Her gaze is captivated by the unique cave; only when she mentions the great clusterfuck does the owl look back, her curious eyes mirroring Loren's request for more information.
Again the group reaches a crossroad, two options branching out: forward or to the side. Jigano asks for input once more, and Loren and Ingrid give conflicting replies. From her place on Deimos' shoulder the owl simply shrugs, the mental equivalent beating through the bond: either way is fine.
Again the group reaches a crossroad, two options branching out: forward or to the side. Jigano asks for input once more, and Loren and Ingrid give conflicting replies. From her place on Deimos' shoulder the owl simply shrugs, the mental equivalent beating through the bond: either way is fine.
she ran to the lighthouse, hoped that it would help her see
she saw that the lighthouse had been washed out to sea
