Amalia
the shield of safrin
Fire flares around the cavern, and then as quickly as it bloomed the heat subsides, leaving a bright young god standing in the middle of the cave and four startled mortals all by and large unscathed. Zuriel's ministrations earn a grateful scratch behind the ears, the Shield glancing at the Sword, words unsaid on the tip of her tongue. She swallows them though, settling for a pulse of affectionate gratitude before turning away.
She waits for the others to depart, picking up a scale on her way and offering pious gratitude to Tanau. But there is work to be done now that she is well, and Amalia does not linger. Extending her wings as she leaves the cave, the Shield sets off for the Halo and home - temporary and uncertain as that may be.
She waits for the others to depart, picking up a scale on her way and offering pious gratitude to Tanau. But there is work to be done now that she is well, and Amalia does not linger. Extending her wings as she leaves the cave, the Shield sets off for the Halo and home - temporary and uncertain as that may be.
we drink the poison our mind pours for us
and wonder why we feel so sick
and wonder why we feel so sick
