Amalia
the shield of safrin
The bright greeting and warm embrace are exactly what twenty years of friendship have led Amalia to expect from Evie. The feeling of lips on her forehead, the arms around her shoulders, the herbal and earthy smell of her friend; all of it is so familiar and comforting that the Shield wants to cry, deaperate for their halycon youth, already in mourning for the disturbed calm.
She is the quiet to Evie's enthusiasm, though perhaps a little more than usual today. It's so easy for her to return the embrace, clinging to the older woman as tight as she might to any lifeboat. "I'm okay," she half-lies softly, pulling back enough to meet the bright blue eyes she knows so well.
Matching the smile with her own, Amalia lets herself fall into conversation as though she didn't have a thousand secrets to share. "You've been in... Halo? Tell me about it? You must have seen Maea, then..." Had her friend joined Zariah's new school, too? It's an unsettling thought. "What are you doing there?"
She is the quiet to Evie's enthusiasm, though perhaps a little more than usual today. It's so easy for her to return the embrace, clinging to the older woman as tight as she might to any lifeboat. "I'm okay," she half-lies softly, pulling back enough to meet the bright blue eyes she knows so well.
Matching the smile with her own, Amalia lets herself fall into conversation as though she didn't have a thousand secrets to share. "You've been in... Halo? Tell me about it? You must have seen Maea, then..." Had her friend joined Zariah's new school, too? It's an unsettling thought. "What are you doing there?"
you drew memories in my mind
i could never erase
you painted colors in my heart
i could never replace
