Amalia
the shield of safrin
she does not know what it's like
not to have deep emotions
not to have deep emotions
The sound of a voice startles Amalia; her head flies up almost violently, hand jerking back from the statue of Safrin. Bristling with chagrin and alarm, the Shield spins to face the Priest where he stands upon the dais, as comfortable and at home as she might have expected. Once again the girl feels strangely inferior, standing at a lower elevation, surprised and out of place. She considers fleeing, but keeps her footing, trying to appear composed.
"Noisy?" Tucking her hands into her pockets, the girl hovers uneasily between stepping towards Gideon and staying where she is. "Why would the preparation be noisy?" A brow has arched up in curiosity, and now she does take that ghostly step, drifting nearer the front of the church.
"Noisy?" Tucking her hands into her pockets, the girl hovers uneasily between stepping towards Gideon and staying where she is. "Why would the preparation be noisy?" A brow has arched up in curiosity, and now she does take that ghostly step, drifting nearer the front of the church.
even when she feels nothing
she feels it completely
she feels it completely
