Amalia
only lonely hid the morning from the stars
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Safrin's speculation about the barrier's fall leaves a slight frown on the baker's face. That the gods would go through so much to keep it present... it defies the idea that her deities are all-powerful, though she supposes the need for it is evidence enough of cracks in the Old God's strength. If Caido was still invested, she wonders, would any of this have happened...?
But Safrin is right: the important thing is the risk the Voice may pose to the world. Amalia chews gently on her lip, the troubled expression deepening on her angled face as Safrin continues to speak. The goddess's smile puts her somewhat at ease, but Amalia cannot help feel a deep concern, fear of the change which she can sense quick approaching. She glances at Jigano, wondering what the bard thinks of all this, before returning her attention to the starlit being. "Then we mustn't let the barrier fall?" Half a statement, half a question, the girl's voice is rich with insecurity, wavering somewhere between resolution and a plea.
There is one deity with an untold tale, one not mentioned in Safrin's books, not familiar to the librarian's research. Yet Amalia has come in contact with her before, and now it seems the being of static and light may be responsible for their entrapment, entombment, inside this place. "How did The Voice come to be?"
But Safrin is right: the important thing is the risk the Voice may pose to the world. Amalia chews gently on her lip, the troubled expression deepening on her angled face as Safrin continues to speak. The goddess's smile puts her somewhat at ease, but Amalia cannot help feel a deep concern, fear of the change which she can sense quick approaching. She glances at Jigano, wondering what the bard thinks of all this, before returning her attention to the starlit being. "Then we mustn't let the barrier fall?" Half a statement, half a question, the girl's voice is rich with insecurity, wavering somewhere between resolution and a plea.
There is one deity with an untold tale, one not mentioned in Safrin's books, not familiar to the librarian's research. Yet Amalia has come in contact with her before, and now it seems the being of static and light may be responsible for their entrapment, entombment, inside this place. "How did The Voice come to be?"
