Amalia
the shield of safrin
"Okay." There's a distinct weight to the word, something heavy dropping off her shoulders and sliding onto the sand. Slowly she turns back to face Ronin, the setting sunlight glinting off the hints of lilac in her hair. She tucks a strand behind her ear.
Maybe they can be friends again. Or at least, for tonight, not alone.
Amalia cranes his neck to see past him then. The island is small, but it has some trees on it. "Do you think we can find firewood before it's too dark?" she wonders, her eyes already shifting to an owl's to improve her perception. "If you want to look, I can make the pit. Or the other way around."
Maybe they can be friends again. Or at least, for tonight, not alone.
Amalia cranes his neck to see past him then. The island is small, but it has some trees on it. "Do you think we can find firewood before it's too dark?" she wonders, her eyes already shifting to an owl's to improve her perception. "If you want to look, I can make the pit. Or the other way around."
She wants the silence but fears the solitude
she wants to be alone and together with you
she wants to be alone and together with you
