Amalia
the shield of safrin
Nothing has gone the way she planned, but at least everyone seems to be out, and safe. With Jyoti's help Amalia wriggles free of the confines she has found herself in, swiftly taking wing again to follow the retreating Melita, her failure ripe in her mind.
Only when they gourds seem to have returned from whence they came and the group is safe does the Shield shift back. With a grateful nod she takes her staff, looking over her remaining compatriot with regret and frustration in her eye. "Gods, no- I'm sorry. I thought maybe we could prevent more bloodshed, but..."
She runs her hand through her tangled hair and exhales a heavy sigh. "I never should have dragged more people into this, and- oh, Mort, you're hurt! Here." Passing the staff back toward the girl, she motions for her to heal herself. "Use this - it should get the bulk of it. I'm so sorry, Melita. Can I take you back to the shop and get you some food, or tea?"
PQ over, thanks for participating!
Only when they gourds seem to have returned from whence they came and the group is safe does the Shield shift back. With a grateful nod she takes her staff, looking over her remaining compatriot with regret and frustration in her eye. "Gods, no- I'm sorry. I thought maybe we could prevent more bloodshed, but..."
She runs her hand through her tangled hair and exhales a heavy sigh. "I never should have dragged more people into this, and- oh, Mort, you're hurt! Here." Passing the staff back toward the girl, she motions for her to heal herself. "Use this - it should get the bulk of it. I'm so sorry, Melita. Can I take you back to the shop and get you some food, or tea?"
PQ over, thanks for participating!
make peace with your broken pieces
