Amalia
'Cause she's just like the weather
Can't hold her together
Born from dark water
Daughter of the r a i n and s n o w
If not them, who? It is a rhetorical question; if there is one thing Amalia trusts, it is her faith. Mort loved us enough to spare us. Safrin blessed me to become Attuned. I have gathered souls for Ludo. I have fucked Frey. A weird flex, one she never expected she would make, but desperate times call for desperate brags.Can't hold her together
Born from dark water
Daughter of the r a i n and s n o w
Were she human, she would blush.
But there is only so much fighting the girl can do, and as the wind beats down on her she feels her wings grow weary, bones shuddering, muscles strained, her beak grinding uncomfortably as she attempts to remain airborne. Delah is a tyrant and Amalia is a flame, flickering and fading but not yet doused. With one last push she shoves herself upward, trying to fight the oppressive wind and rise from these forest - these people - at last.
