Amalia
THE SHIELD OF SAFRIN
I THINK IT'S BEAUTIFUL HOW A STAR'S LIGHT
Already discontented by the decision to go to Frey, Amalia cannot help the flush of frustration that blooms across her neck at the herald's admonishment. She should have brought offerings, she should have directed them better, she should have gone to Safrin- but here they are.travels the universe long after it dies
Bowing her head in quiet apology, Amalia bites her lip and continues to wait, to let Rexanna try and clean up the mess they've made. But she can only wince when the Penumbra offers repentance. "We will bring offerings next time." Slipping to her knees in the grass, the Shield raises her fact to Frey, swallowing down a lump of desire as arousal washes over her like a bath. "I will bake you a fine cake of the sweetest honeycomb, come Fiat Lux."
Glancing again at the Penumbra, she carries valiantly on. "The SparkBird is a child of Rae. It's... we want to make a new home for it. A habitat for it to grace, and be happy in, and share its light for us. We thought that you would be best suited to help us with that task."
that's what I want to be in this world —
SOMEONE WHOSE LIGHT LINGERS AFTER I'M GONE
