make peace with your broken pieces
Amalia might have said more about holes and Loren's unfathomable motivations, but it is at that moment that she begins to feel the tingling of a mental voice as another consciousness reaches for her. Blinking, she turns away from Ronin abruptly, her eyes shifting as she peers into the sky, trying to pinpoint the source and beckon it closer.
The barn owl materializes from the darkening sky, a letter tied to its talon. "Oh, hello Estee," Amalia greets the familiar creature, her rich alto warm with surprise. "Sorry, Ronin, give me a second." Still distracted, she opens the letter as large bird settles onto her shoulder, talons gripping into swiftly-produced scales as it regards the Star through large, unblinking eyes.
Amalia reads.
Reads again.
And wordlessly passes the note to the Huntsman, her own black gaze ablaze with growing hope.
The barn owl materializes from the darkening sky, a letter tied to its talon. "Oh, hello Estee," Amalia greets the familiar creature, her rich alto warm with surprise. "Sorry, Ronin, give me a second." Still distracted, she opens the letter as large bird settles onto her shoulder, talons gripping into swiftly-produced scales as it regards the Star through large, unblinking eyes.
Amalia reads.
Reads again.
And wordlessly passes the note to the Huntsman, her own black gaze ablaze with growing hope.
shield of safrin
