you drew memories in my mind I could never erase
painted colors in my heart I could never replace
Amalia falls away dramatically at the shove, spinning around on her heel before turning a bright grin to Ronin. "If you say so," she teases doubtfully, taking a strong sniff and immediately wrinkling her nose.
"I'll be there, Captain." Her smile becomes dimmer, more serious, gratitude for his acceptance of her perhaps inconsistent desires written on her face. It's an expression that falters as she looks away, something else popping into her mind. "Hey- have you talked to Gideon at all? The Priest? He's taking a group to Torchline during LongNight. To try to destroy a Voice Shrine." Biting down on her lip, she looks back over to Ronin. "And seeing as you have experience destroying shrines...?"
She doesn't know if his friendship with Sunjata and Nate will preclude him from this adventure, but figures it's worth a try.
"I'll be there, Captain." Her smile becomes dimmer, more serious, gratitude for his acceptance of her perhaps inconsistent desires written on her face. It's an expression that falters as she looks away, something else popping into her mind. "Hey- have you talked to Gideon at all? The Priest? He's taking a group to Torchline during LongNight. To try to destroy a Voice Shrine." Biting down on her lip, she looks back over to Ronin. "And seeing as you have experience destroying shrines...?"
She doesn't know if his friendship with Sunjata and Nate will preclude him from this adventure, but figures it's worth a try.
meet me where the falling stars live
Amalia
