you drew memories in my mind I could never erase
painted colors in my heart I could never replace
Lust, greed, and rage. Amalia blanches a bit at the trio; "No overwhelming joy, huh? Kindness and love?" She supposes that isn't Safrin's style, or particularly lesson-teaching, but for once the goddess' favor of Ronin sparks no envy in the Shield.
She continues to admire the flower, anxious and eager as anticipation mounts with every breath. Echoing blooms of deep purple rise in her own gold locks, some odd attempt at empathy over which she has no control. Lips twisting into a half-grimace, half-smile, the girl wrinkles her nose and nods to Ronin. She's ready as she'll ever be.
Looking from the falling petals back up to her friend, Amalia tilts her head while waiting for the effects of the flower to begin. "Don't you worry our wise and watchful Eye will protest to his pet demigods getting into trouble?" she muses, making no attempt to hide the aggravation in her voice.
She continues to admire the flower, anxious and eager as anticipation mounts with every breath. Echoing blooms of deep purple rise in her own gold locks, some odd attempt at empathy over which she has no control. Lips twisting into a half-grimace, half-smile, the girl wrinkles her nose and nods to Ronin. She's ready as she'll ever be.
Looking from the falling petals back up to her friend, Amalia tilts her head while waiting for the effects of the flower to begin. "Don't you worry our wise and watchful Eye will protest to his pet demigods getting into trouble?" she muses, making no attempt to hide the aggravation in her voice.
meet me where the falling stars live
Amalia
