Amalia
the shield of safrin
The festival does feel like a long time ago; strange to think that it's been less than a season, in fact. "I thought he was married to Phoebe," Amalia remarks with a frown, her already rather low opinion of Sunjata not improved by this revelation. Shaking her head, she looks back at Maea, voice softening, expression sincere. "I hope you're happy." And that you don't get hurt.Amalia's amusement at the topic of Zariah is also betrayed by the glint in her eyes, the way her smile does nothing to ease the sharp and weary lines of her face. "Sounds delightful." As for not being her friend... The Shield shrugs, biting back the comment that rises to her tongue.
Though she cannot help a sharp huff of laughter, once again arching a pale brow. "And what purpose will that be? Zariah thought her purposes were right, that she wasn't a tyrant." She spreads her arms expressively, as if to add an and we all know how that went.
someday we'll find what we're looking for
or maybe not
maybe we'll find something much greater
