Amalia
only lonely hid the morning from the stars
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As soon as the sun rises, Amalia begins to prepare.
She has been waiting, yearning, itching to begin, to take the task granted by Safrin and fulfill the expectation, express her gratitude for the gift of seeing Vi. Though still recovering from her brush with death, Amalia is stronger than she was, gaining energy every day. Flowerbirth's bloom invigorates the girl; the bursting flowers and buzzing bees make her believe in the beauty of Rae, the hope of new growth. There is still a wound within her soul, but she is trying to recover- or at least cover it up.
The provisions she gathers are modest, but purposeful: food, of course, a hearty loaf and a hunk of cheese; a knife, in case of necessity; her new staff, a vast downgrade from the one she lost on her last foray into the Underground, but sufficient for the time being; and the luxere antler, a talisman tied to the top of the staff, something of a security item for the insecure girl. Inside her bag is a box which occasionally buzzes angrily, the paper wasp queen secure within. A small lantern hangs off one prong of her staff, its golden light combining with the red glow of the antler to create a halo around the girl, a comforting beacon in the upcoming dark. For it will be dark, this Amalia knows: and while she was the only one to bring a lamp on their last foray into the bowels of Caido, it will not this time be the case.
It is a modest crew which accompanies her, but one she is glad to have by her side.Jigano, the Lorekeeper a stalwart presence, almost as comforting as the antler in her hand. Seiji, the sweet man a surprising addition, but his curiosity and optimism bolsters the girl, makes her feel that she can manage this new challenge with something approaching grace. Lily, entirely unexpected but not unwelcome, the redhead sort of falling into the plan through a series of circumstances. As planned, the quartet meets after dawn, the warm glow of Flowerbirth coloring the sky. They have all been instructed to bring a light, and Amalia smiles as they come into view, shy and impassioned and uncertain and proud. A small pang of - what? - pierces her as Rory does not appear by Jigano's side, but she swallows it down, refuses to examine what it might mean. The weight of responsibility hangs heavy in her heart, an unfamiliar load on her narrow shoulders, and one she is not sure how to wear.
"Are you ready?" the girl asks, her black eyes flickering between the small assembly. She is a little uncertain, a little lost on how to proceed. There is an awkwardness to leadership, a sense of undeserving which permeates her soul. She swallows hard and shakes her head, the long gold braid bobbing in time. She can do this. She can do this.She has been chosen by Safrin for this task, and though they have chosen to accompany her, it is she who must take the first step.
Opening her eyes, the girl nods, clears her throat, and speaks. "Safrin," she calls into the darkness, alto voice ringing through the silence like a bell. "We have come."
This is a PQ! Kinda! I would ideally like rounds to take no longer than 48 hours, but I know life comes up!
Jigano
Seiji
Lily
She has been waiting, yearning, itching to begin, to take the task granted by Safrin and fulfill the expectation, express her gratitude for the gift of seeing Vi. Though still recovering from her brush with death, Amalia is stronger than she was, gaining energy every day. Flowerbirth's bloom invigorates the girl; the bursting flowers and buzzing bees make her believe in the beauty of Rae, the hope of new growth. There is still a wound within her soul, but she is trying to recover- or at least cover it up.
The provisions she gathers are modest, but purposeful: food, of course, a hearty loaf and a hunk of cheese; a knife, in case of necessity; her new staff, a vast downgrade from the one she lost on her last foray into the Underground, but sufficient for the time being; and the luxere antler, a talisman tied to the top of the staff, something of a security item for the insecure girl. Inside her bag is a box which occasionally buzzes angrily, the paper wasp queen secure within. A small lantern hangs off one prong of her staff, its golden light combining with the red glow of the antler to create a halo around the girl, a comforting beacon in the upcoming dark. For it will be dark, this Amalia knows: and while she was the only one to bring a lamp on their last foray into the bowels of Caido, it will not this time be the case.
It is a modest crew which accompanies her, but one she is glad to have by her side.
"Are you ready?" the girl asks, her black eyes flickering between the small assembly. She is a little uncertain, a little lost on how to proceed. There is an awkwardness to leadership, a sense of undeserving which permeates her soul. She swallows hard and shakes her head, the long gold braid bobbing in time. She can do this. She can do this.She has been chosen by Safrin for this task, and though they have chosen to accompany her, it is she who must take the first step.
Opening her eyes, the girl nods, clears her throat, and speaks. "Safrin," she calls into the darkness, alto voice ringing through the silence like a bell. "We have come."
This is a PQ! Kinda! I would ideally like rounds to take no longer than 48 hours, but I know life comes up!
