Amalia
the shield of safrin
"You want to be struck by lightning?" It sounds like some Ascended nonsense, really, causing Amalia's eyes to narrow. "That could kill you." The words come out slowly, in the same tone she might use on a misbehaving child.
Of course he doesn't know what happened at the Spire. Inhaling deeply, Amalia prepares delve into her history, leaning against the counter. "There used to be a barrier around the Hollowed Ground. The Old Gods made it, to keep the Voice in. That's who made the Spire - the Voice, a false goddess."
She runs a finger over the counter, tracing the grain, old knife marks. "People died in there, trying to let her out. And after... An, an infection was released. It nearly killed the Greatwood, and infected the people here." A dark place, an unhappy place, and it's shown in Amalia's expression.
Of course he doesn't know what happened at the Spire. Inhaling deeply, Amalia prepares delve into her history, leaning against the counter. "There used to be a barrier around the Hollowed Ground. The Old Gods made it, to keep the Voice in. That's who made the Spire - the Voice, a false goddess."
She runs a finger over the counter, tracing the grain, old knife marks. "People died in there, trying to let her out. And after... An, an infection was released. It nearly killed the Greatwood, and infected the people here." A dark place, an unhappy place, and it's shown in Amalia's expression.
she is calm in the storm
and anxious in the quiet
and anxious in the quiet
