Amalia
the shield of safrin
He offers to buy her a new scarf instead of returning the one she lost, and Amalia does consider it, her eyes flickering back to the dark, appealing red. "You don't owe me any more apologies," the Shield points out, a hint of mischief softening the rebuttal, her smile touched and amused.It fades as quickly as it bloomed, the memory of something dark shuttering the sun. Spots of bloodshed behind her eyes, a chest ripped open and thrown against her, the red scarf her only tether back to the world-
Swallowing down the rush of panic she retreats into herself, clasping arms across her chest. "I don't think red is my color anymore," she murmurs, looking out into the rain, across the crowd and toward the sea. She might have stayed there drifting away were it not for a soft call, a low song carried over the figures that populate the market.
A bright blink; she comes back to herself at once, looking up expectantly as the starwhale comes into view. "Hi, Jyo," Amalia greets, warmth and animation returning to her face as she extends her arms to the starry child. "Vi's beard, you're so wet."
someday we'll find what we're looking for
or maybe not
maybe we'll find something much greater
