I sailed seas of emotion to wander a forest of scars
I am a dance of light and darkness, a galaxy of shadow and stars
I am a dance of light and darkness, a galaxy of shadow and stars
She listens raptly to the descriptions, her questions stilled in a childlike wonder at the place Gideon describes. Only when he invites her back does the girl light up, turning to the Priest with a bright, hopeful expression. "Really? You would take me? I'd love to see the capitol of the gods. If.... if I'd be allowed."
Warmth fills her at the acceptance of her passion, though Amalia still feels that the man expects something more of her. Her mind flashes to Phoebe, her open pride at the potential of being a demigod, the way she's explained it to the Shield, and the girl wonders if she shouldn't be more like that. Yet to her the gift, the change, is something sacred. Something between her and Vi, something to be cherished and protected and earned.
And then the topic changes to Ascension, and Amalia's face falls. Again she looks away from Gideon, worrying her lip between her teeth. "Many of them... did not choose it. To be Ascended," she murmurs slowly, as lilac curls into her hair. "They became it when they were brought here. And now they're trapped, dependent upon her for their very lives - such as it is." Her expression hardens, a glint in her dark eyes. "It's monstrous. But there's no way to save them. Unless... they know of one? In Stormbreak?"
Warmth fills her at the acceptance of her passion, though Amalia still feels that the man expects something more of her. Her mind flashes to Phoebe, her open pride at the potential of being a demigod, the way she's explained it to the Shield, and the girl wonders if she shouldn't be more like that. Yet to her the gift, the change, is something sacred. Something between her and Vi, something to be cherished and protected and earned.
And then the topic changes to Ascension, and Amalia's face falls. Again she looks away from Gideon, worrying her lip between her teeth. "Many of them... did not choose it. To be Ascended," she murmurs slowly, as lilac curls into her hair. "They became it when they were brought here. And now they're trapped, dependent upon her for their very lives - such as it is." Her expression hardens, a glint in her dark eyes. "It's monstrous. But there's no way to save them. Unless... they know of one? In Stormbreak?"
Amalia
