Amalia
the shield of safrin
Once, Amalia might have watched in awe, rejoicing as Wessex finds a bond, asking millions of questions and lavishing adoration upon the dragonling. Once she would have sat here for hours, happy with the new addition to their little family. Her mother would have been so proud of the Wraith; her grandmother would have invited them all for a celebratory meal.
Countless traumas and a myriad of trials later, and that once upon a time is only a distant dream.
Rising to her feet, the Shield licks her lips. Why is she sorry? "For... For not coming to thank you." It's not the only reason, nor the one most forefront in her mind, but it feels like the safest one for now.
Turning to the door of the Spire, Amalia takes her leave.
{Fin}
Countless traumas and a myriad of trials later, and that once upon a time is only a distant dream.
Rising to her feet, the Shield licks her lips. Why is she sorry? "For... For not coming to thank you." It's not the only reason, nor the one most forefront in her mind, but it feels like the safest one for now.
Turning to the door of the Spire, Amalia takes her leave.
{Fin}
she's just like the weather
can't hold her together
can't hold her together
