AmaLiA
the shield of safrin
Her eyes trace his movements without wavering or question, staying locked on the dark gaze that holds infinites in its depths. He could walk off the edge of a cliff and Amalia would follow; her faith in her god is absolute, and in his presence the rest of the world feels minute, unimportant. All she knows is that she wishes to serve him, to be worthy of this grace.
Amalia nods; she doesn't yet know her role in the Order and their plans, and her toes curl in eager anticipation at the unspoken suggestion that she shall finally learn. It is an enthusiasm that wanes significantly when he mentions Tanau and the Climb: even in the luster of his presence, there is a tarnished pain where Kiada's absence is keenly, cruelly felt.
"He was trapped," the Shield recalls slowly, worrying her lips between her words. For the first time she looks away from Vi, into the lovely, wakening garden. "There was metal in his chest, hurting him. When we removed it he was freed... but it unleashed the sickness that infected us."
Amalia nods; she doesn't yet know her role in the Order and their plans, and her toes curl in eager anticipation at the unspoken suggestion that she shall finally learn. It is an enthusiasm that wanes significantly when he mentions Tanau and the Climb: even in the luster of his presence, there is a tarnished pain where Kiada's absence is keenly, cruelly felt.
"He was trapped," the Shield recalls slowly, worrying her lips between her words. For the first time she looks away from Vi, into the lovely, wakening garden. "There was metal in his chest, hurting him. When we removed it he was freed... but it unleashed the sickness that infected us."
you're breaking your own heart
