Amalia
the shield of safrin
"The other side," Amalia declares from her place behind the men, smiling at Ronin as he turns around toward her. "Without killing anything, please, Remi." This is added in a somewhat sharper tone; she's made it abundantly clear that she will do all she can to prevent loss of life on this venture, no matter whose, but she also knows perfectly well that in a showdown with Remi, the Lullaby would win.
She's probably overprepared compared to the men, but that's to be expected. Amalia carries a bag across her back, loaded with sundry supplies and her horn of plenty. At her side Nova hangs, and her shield is strapped to her arm. "Remind me what happened last time? You said there was a tiger of fire? It sounds beautiful."
She's probably overprepared compared to the men, but that's to be expected. Amalia carries a bag across her back, loaded with sundry supplies and her horn of plenty. At her side Nova hangs, and her shield is strapped to her arm. "Remind me what happened last time? You said there was a tiger of fire? It sounds beautiful."
she is calm in the storm
and anxious in the quiet
and anxious in the quiet
