She isn't sure whether to feel dismayed or pleased by the admission, her sense of wonder and need for divine intelligence clashing with the ugly envy in her soul. Crestfallen, at least, Amalia sighs, her shoulders dropping with a quiet "Ah." She aches to see the Old Ones, to know them, to have her prayers and reverence answered, her piety rewarded with acknowledgment, at least.
Dark eyes drifting to where Jyoti is now trying to show Sugar the garden, the girl grips the counter-top with softly drumming fingers. "It's alright," she answers automatically, his apology brushed away with a smile that does not reach her eyes. "Though... I have never heard of Safrin stealing a soul from Ludo before. You must be something special, Ronin." A little bittersweet, a little sad - why them, why the Outlanders?
Why not her family, her friends, her?
Dark eyes drifting to where Jyoti is now trying to show Sugar the garden, the girl grips the counter-top with softly drumming fingers. "It's alright," she answers automatically, his apology brushed away with a smile that does not reach her eyes. "Though... I have never heard of Safrin stealing a soul from Ludo before. You must be something special, Ronin." A little bittersweet, a little sad - why them, why the Outlanders?
Why not her family, her friends, her?
Amalia & Jyoti
born from dark water, daughters of the rain and snow
