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
"The other capitals?" Truth be told, Amalia's understanding of capital is rather vague: she believes it to mean a rather large city, which she hasn't experienced in her time. Still, her confusion scarcely dims her enthusiasm, childlike wonder lighting her eyes. "There are secrets in the temple? What kind of secrets? Secrets about the gods, or...?"
And then there is the other thing. It takes all of her self control not to turn and glare at Gideon; instead she focuses on the snowy cobbles, her brow creased in a frown. "What do you mean by 'defeating'?" she asks slowly, her teeth lengthening as feathers ripple over her back. "I was told... that the Order was going to have a bloodless war. Without death. Was that a lie, then?"
And then there is the other thing. It takes all of her self control not to turn and glare at Gideon; instead she focuses on the snowy cobbles, her brow creased in a frown. "What do you mean by 'defeating'?" she asks slowly, her teeth lengthening as feathers ripple over her back. "I was told... that the Order was going to have a bloodless war. Without death. Was that a lie, then?"
Amalia
