The Spark Divine

a m a l i a Until such a time as I can lead them to their rest. The shiver that runs down Amalia's spine is due to something other than cold; for a moment she feels that same spark of hunger, that same frantic yearning brought on by Safrin's vision of the world without. The promise of something, somewhere else, outside their cage and just past their reach... Ah, but Safrin said the New Gods must not be allowed to leave, and so Amalia strives to content herself with the world she knows, the sphere in which she lives. She nods, again, as Ludo speaks, trying to quell that momentary fire. Dark eyes turn to Jigano then, watching in quiet awe as he accepts the gift of song. Another ghostly smile that does not quite meet her eyes, but it comes closer, her wan face enlivened somewhat by this sense of purpose. She wonders if her family lingers among these lost souls, and her heart quickens at the thought, for while she hopes they have found peace, a selfish part of her prays that she will see them again. Ludo turns back to her then, and Amalia listens intently to the being. A lantern from Rory? Something tickles her mind, a memory of the Festival and Ludo's appearance there. She nods, accepting the instructions in silence, her hands slipping back around the antler as old wounds bubble anew in her chest. She is loathe to ask anything more of the man who she nearly led to his death, to take from him a gift which is given, even if it is the giver asking for it back. At least she has not been asked to drag Rory into more danger, though a sidelong glance at Jigano fills her with some fresh dread. "Will anyone be hurt?" she questions softly, looking at the goddess with beseeching eyes. She will not say no, does not care of the risk to herself, but to bring another to danger again- Cold exhaustion is creeping back into her bones, heightened by her burst of interested energy, tempered by her underlying guilt and fear. She is tired of failure, tired of terror, tired of her insecurities, tired and not yet fully recovered from her foray into death.