Amalia
the shield of safrin
There is a haunting beauty to watching a woman so hard become vulnerable and soft, the emotion of her voice nearly thick enough to touch. Amalia watches in awe and delight, all the tensions of the world dissolving in light if this miraculous thing. A bond formed, souls finding each other in the endless expanse of a chaotic world, a new life formed between the two-
There are tears on her cheek when she raises her hand to it.
How does she know? Amalia shrugs, settling onto the floor a comfortable distance from the new pair. "I can hear her. I... I can hear the minds of most things. Animals." She pushes a lock of hair behind her ear, a little embarrassed. "It's somewhat new." Another thing that's changed in the interim between when they were close and who they are now.
Arms wrapped loosely around herself, the honey-haired Shield tilts her head. "What's her name?"
There are tears on her cheek when she raises her hand to it.
How does she know? Amalia shrugs, settling onto the floor a comfortable distance from the new pair. "I can hear her. I... I can hear the minds of most things. Animals." She pushes a lock of hair behind her ear, a little embarrassed. "It's somewhat new." Another thing that's changed in the interim between when they were close and who they are now.
Arms wrapped loosely around herself, the honey-haired Shield tilts her head. "What's her name?"
she's just like the weather
can't hold her together
can't hold her together
