Amalia
the shield of safrin
Not hers.
The two words send a chill down Amalia and Jyoti, the latter of whom comes back to her human with a low, mournful trill of confused unhappiness. If not Safrin's, then whose...?
But of course the Shield already knows the answer. She sees it in the electricity that darkens starlight, and hears it in the stranger's voice, as simple as his reply may be. I am not beloved by Safrin. "I see." Of all the sins the Voice might commit, this one chafes and kindles the girl. To take that most beautiful of creatures, a child of stars, and corrupt it-
Safe behind the bakery counter, Amalia balls her hands into fists. She bears no ill-will to the poorly fated starwhale; Pemota is a victim, at least in the Shield's mind. Exhaling sharply, she attempts to steel herself, dark eyes never far from the narwhal. "Was there something I can do for you, ah...?" Distractedly the Shield trails off, reaching out mentally to Pemota once again.
The two words send a chill down Amalia and Jyoti, the latter of whom comes back to her human with a low, mournful trill of confused unhappiness. If not Safrin's, then whose...?
But of course the Shield already knows the answer. She sees it in the electricity that darkens starlight, and hears it in the stranger's voice, as simple as his reply may be. I am not beloved by Safrin. "I see." Of all the sins the Voice might commit, this one chafes and kindles the girl. To take that most beautiful of creatures, a child of stars, and corrupt it-
Safe behind the bakery counter, Amalia balls her hands into fists. She bears no ill-will to the poorly fated starwhale; Pemota is a victim, at least in the Shield's mind. Exhaling sharply, she attempts to steel herself, dark eyes never far from the narwhal. "Was there something I can do for you, ah...?" Distractedly the Shield trails off, reaching out mentally to Pemota once again.
we drink the poison our mind pours for us
and wonder why we feel so sick
and wonder why we feel so sick
