Of Gods and Monsters

Ending out the trio, Amalia closes the door behind them before descending down the stairs. The task before her is daunting yet exhilarating: she relishes the opportunity to share knowledge with these men, yet quails at the fear of mistaking herself in her recounting. Lightly she falls into a plush chair, not quite relaxing as Jigano stokes the fire. There is nervous tension in the lines of her arms, the way she half-smiles, the slender fingers which gently worry the fabric of her top. "I...," she begins, dark eyes dancing between the men as she tries to gather her thoughts. As much as you like, Seiji suggests, and what can she possibly offer in response? There are a thousand stories she would share, beginnings and endings and myths in between. Inhaling deeply, she attempts to begin. "We say that Caido created the world," she says, her deep voice a quivering hum which slowly steadies as she goes on, "And gave it to their children: Rae, Mort, and Vi." Her features soften at the mention of Vi, a smile drifting over her lips as she remembers fondly her deity's face. "Together, they made the first race of humans- the Accepted." She pauses, waiting for questions or concerns before continuing the tale. a m a l i a You were young and you'd stare With a reverence unimpaired Searching in your dark eyes to find the stars already there