Amalia
the shield of safrin
Happier than she can remember, with Sunjata of all people... Amalia shakes her head in something close to disbelief, but doesn't voice her reservations aloud.She tracks Maea's descent towards the ground with dark eyes, conflicted as to how they're supposed to proceed from here. It seems the Valair girl is settling in; Amalia shifts uncertainly on the bench, opening up more space for Maea to sit beside her, should she choose.
What would Amalia do with magic? Arms on her knees the girl leans forward, fingers still tracing over the gold comb. Her gaze traces curiously as frosty flowers bloom in the air and animals take shape and flight. "There's a lot of good to be gained from magic," the Shield intones softly, her alto voice sounding very much like Rishima's in that moment. "All power can be dangerous, though." Glancing away, she bites her lip. "And power can't solve everything. I forgot that... And now people are dead."
It is at this moment Jyoti returns, as though summoned by Amalia's darkening thoughts. Trilling a low and quiet note of comfort, the little whale swims on invisible tides, leaving trails of starlight behind her and settling into Amalia's arms.
someday we'll find what we're looking for
or maybe not
maybe we'll find something much greater
