the waters are sleeping

Amalia "It owns your soul?" Blinking, the Shield considers the man, wide-eyed at these implications. "Do you... Belong to it, then? Like Ronin and Safrin?" A demigod isn't said out loud, but the implication is there. Amalia can only laugh at Remi's suggestion, shaking her head before he has a chance to finish. "We both know that's not going to happen." Wry frustration laces her tone; she runs a hand through her hair. "My people are strong, but they're stubborn. We're hoping to get as many out as we can, but there will always be some who refuse to leave, or decides to be a hero. For all my life and my grandmother's before, there has never been a LongNight without some death. All we can do is try to mitigate it." And then there's Ronin. "I did. He said he'll be in the Grounds for it, because of Safrin. And that he has a luxere shift, now." They've both changed so much. She feels stagnant, comparatively. "I promised to help him. For what that's worth." reach for the stars: but child, first recognize the constellations of light you already carry inside you