make peace with your broken pieces
"I wouldn't have cared to have one, except... well. We both needed a break." She runs her hands through her windblown hair, trying desperately and futilely to quell the mess. There's a dark tan on her wind-chapped cheeks despite the oppressive grey, more color than she's ever been able to boast within the Grounds. She feels awake here, and alive. She can see why he loves it so much.
She doesn't look back at him until he mentions the boxes, biting hard on her lip. "I heard. I'm sure Wessex is furious." Amalia heard about the death; the rumors have circulated like wildfire both in the Grounds and here. But where many seem in the dark about the source of it, well...
"I think I know who did it. I... I think I may have encouraged them to."
She doesn't look back at him until he mentions the boxes, biting hard on her lip. "I heard. I'm sure Wessex is furious." Amalia heard about the death; the rumors have circulated like wildfire both in the Grounds and here. But where many seem in the dark about the source of it, well...
"I think I know who did it. I... I think I may have encouraged them to."
shield of safrin
