even when i was a child
i’ve always known there was something to be frightened of
i’ve always known there was something to be frightened of
Amalia has never been to the Silk Houses before, and now that she is here she feels astoundingly overwhelmed. Torchline had its own share of seedy characters, but always those dealings seemed to be open in and in the sun; whereas in the Grounds, there had never been enough infrastructure for a dedicated underbelly. But here in Stormbreak, where beautiful facades mask old corruption, the stones themselves seem to radiate ill intent. It had been so easy for so long to ignore these darker aspects of the city, but ever since witnessing the torment inflicted at Judgment's Needle...
Amalia cannot turn a blind eye to the darkness anymore.
She makes no effort to stand out, dressed simply in black leggings and a dark blue top, a jacket pulled over her narrow shoulders, her hair tied back into a long tail. She can feel eyes on her as she comes to a crossroad, pausing, unsure which way to turn. Colors and voices, lights and scents, all pull her in opposing directions, stimulating her curiosity and leaving her frozen in place. She needs to move - like any animal, she knows that staying put in a den of predators is a bad idea. But where, when there is so much she doesn't know, so many things to fear and so many more to learn?
Amalia cannot turn a blind eye to the darkness anymore.
She makes no effort to stand out, dressed simply in black leggings and a dark blue top, a jacket pulled over her narrow shoulders, her hair tied back into a long tail. She can feel eyes on her as she comes to a crossroad, pausing, unsure which way to turn. Colors and voices, lights and scents, all pull her in opposing directions, stimulating her curiosity and leaving her frozen in place. She needs to move - like any animal, she knows that staying put in a den of predators is a bad idea. But where, when there is so much she doesn't know, so many things to fear and so many more to learn?
