& oh, poor atlas - the world's a beast of a burden
The Shield closes out the trifecta of distraction, her attention fully engrossed by the carvings on a slab of obsidian stone. She doesn't know if it's a clue or just some random etchings, but truth be told the girl is somewhat desperate at this point. She doesn't dare look too far from directly before her, her heart already beating a mile a minute from the simple terror of being here, underground and in the dark.
So when Ronin backs into her, what does Amalia do? She shrieks, stumbling forward and spinning around, her wings flaring out instinctively as she tris into the pillar, one hand already on Nova's hilt.
"Ronin! Remi? Vi's beard, you scared me half to death." Her heart is thundering so hard she wonders if they can hear it, and she makes a very ill-advised attempt to hide her panic with a laugh.
So when Ronin backs into her, what does Amalia do? She shrieks, stumbling forward and spinning around, her wings flaring out instinctively as she tris into the pillar, one hand already on Nova's hilt.
"Ronin! Remi? Vi's beard, you scared me half to death." Her heart is thundering so hard she wonders if they can hear it, and she makes a very ill-advised attempt to hide her panic with a laugh.
you've been holding on a long time
