AmaLIa
shield of safrin
A new portal.
A new world.
The ocean.
It is so much bigger than Amalia imagined, this vast and glorious and terrifying thing. Bigger than the mountains, deeper than the sky, full of life and emptiness- it captivates the girl. She stares upon it, riveted, her black eyes wide with the majesty of it, gold hair buffeted by the the warm tradewinds. She can taste the salt upon her tongue, smell the brine wafting through the air. It's incredible.
And she is afraid to touch it.
She'd flown through in her owl shift, but now she sits in human form. Her legs stretch uselessly before her, dangling over the edge of the cliff; she leans back on her hands, taking it in and trying to figure out how to feel about it all. She ought to feel guilt for letting this happen, but if she's being honest, Amalia can't. She has given so much to try and help the world already, and for what? Nothing she does seems to make a difference, and now she's lost the use of her legs.
For once, just once, the Shield would like to enjoy the beauty of the outside world without reflecting on how her sins will contribute to its demise.
A new world.
The ocean.
It is so much bigger than Amalia imagined, this vast and glorious and terrifying thing. Bigger than the mountains, deeper than the sky, full of life and emptiness- it captivates the girl. She stares upon it, riveted, her black eyes wide with the majesty of it, gold hair buffeted by the the warm tradewinds. She can taste the salt upon her tongue, smell the brine wafting through the air. It's incredible.
And she is afraid to touch it.
She'd flown through in her owl shift, but now she sits in human form. Her legs stretch uselessly before her, dangling over the edge of the cliff; she leans back on her hands, taking it in and trying to figure out how to feel about it all. She ought to feel guilt for letting this happen, but if she's being honest, Amalia can't. She has given so much to try and help the world already, and for what? Nothing she does seems to make a difference, and now she's lost the use of her legs.
For once, just once, the Shield would like to enjoy the beauty of the outside world without reflecting on how her sins will contribute to its demise.
you can't choose what stays
and what fades away
and what fades away
