Amalia
the shield of safrin
She listens quietly to the discussion about soil enrichment and growing crops, already feeling woefully out of her depth. One thing she does know about, though: the Fae. "Delah won't help us," Amalia asserts firmly, nodding agreement with Jigano and Phoebe. "Especially after the Blight." Amalia's tone suggests she doesn't judge the warchief for this decision at all.
And then there's Sam. Amalia can't help it: she bristles at the idea of secret discussions around the Voice eyes narrowing in suspicion. "What do you want to ask the Voice, that you can't tell the rest of us?" They may be siblings, but the Shield agreed to join the council for jus this reason: to keep the Voice in check. "If we're going to make decisions about the future of the Hollowed Grounds they should be made collectively, Sam. No secrets. Otherwise what's the point of a council?"
And then there's Sam. Amalia can't help it: she bristles at the idea of secret discussions around the Voice eyes narrowing in suspicion. "What do you want to ask the Voice, that you can't tell the rest of us?" They may be siblings, but the Shield agreed to join the council for jus this reason: to keep the Voice in check. "If we're going to make decisions about the future of the Hollowed Grounds they should be made collectively, Sam. No secrets. Otherwise what's the point of a council?"
you are slowly growing
but you are still growing
and that is enough
