Amalia
the archangel
Resilient, yes, because what else is she to be? Were the girl not resilient she would have broken only once; instead she breaks a hundred times, growing back stronger for her faults. Her dark eyes are pools of faith and fervor as she listens to Safrin, soaking it all in. Only you and I--, as though she could be even remotely compared to her goddess.
And yet.
She nods once, solemn, understanding at last the gravity of what is being said. And though it will take a new trauma for the instructions to truly set in, today Safrin has through her honestly subtly changed Amalia's course. "I will," the Angel promises, her chin upturned, her deep voice strong. "Thank you, Safrin. Again. For everything."
And then the cold breaks and the sun shines again. Amalia falls back onto her haunches, hair blooming with primrose as she sets about serving Safrin another cup of tea. "If... If there is something I can do... Some way to gain an item that will counteract their abilities..." She trails off pointedly, looking back up at the goddess. Just because she's wiser doesn't mean she stronger. Not as much as she needs to be.
Not yet.
And yet.
She nods once, solemn, understanding at last the gravity of what is being said. And though it will take a new trauma for the instructions to truly set in, today Safrin has through her honestly subtly changed Amalia's course. "I will," the Angel promises, her chin upturned, her deep voice strong. "Thank you, Safrin. Again. For everything."
And then the cold breaks and the sun shines again. Amalia falls back onto her haunches, hair blooming with primrose as she sets about serving Safrin another cup of tea. "If... If there is something I can do... Some way to gain an item that will counteract their abilities..." She trails off pointedly, looking back up at the goddess. Just because she's wiser doesn't mean she stronger. Not as much as she needs to be.
Not yet.
you drew memories in my mind
i could never erase
you painted colors in my heart
i could never replace
