I'm still undone, not quite young
Ascending the stairs of the lighthouse, Sam let Amalia lead; as much as he knew he had to ask the Old Gods for help he dreaded with every inch closer they got what might happen. Would Safrin smite him where he stood? He wanted to think arriving with Amalia gave him some insurance against that, but he'd also heard many legends about the Old Gods and their tendency to, in layman's terms, not give a shit.
Hands clasped together and head bowed he would let Amalia do the talking when they got to the shrine, privately hoping no one would show up so they might be able to do this another day.
Hands clasped together and head bowed he would let Amalia do the talking when they got to the shrine, privately hoping no one would show up so they might be able to do this another day.
Cross my heart, now I hope to die
SAM
