Amalia
only lonely hid the morning from the stars
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"You still cannot see in it?" This surprises Amalia, makes her blink. The Voice has been eerily silent since the barrier fell, and part of her wondered, hoped that it meant her power had somehow waned. But if she could still blind the Old Gods to the Spire, well...
She shakes her head, remembering the massive size of the tulmhainar in the woods. Though... "If... if it had been there for years, without any memories to feed on..." But then Safrin suggests something that makes her heart jump, hope seizing the girl by the chest. "You think it may still be alive? How can we know? And how do we save it?" Maybe this is her chance at redemption, an opportunity to make good on her sins.
Or maybe it is another fool's errand, and she is destined to fail again.
She shakes her head, remembering the massive size of the tulmhainar in the woods. Though... "If... if it had been there for years, without any memories to feed on..." But then Safrin suggests something that makes her heart jump, hope seizing the girl by the chest. "You think it may still be alive? How can we know? And how do we save it?" Maybe this is her chance at redemption, an opportunity to make good on her sins.
Or maybe it is another fool's errand, and she is destined to fail again.
