"It was," she answers dreamily, her voice distant as she recalls. "It said that Mort made the place for it to live, and that there weren't many left. I think... if there's one in the Spire, it might be the reason the Glade is always green." She shrugs thoughtfully, conjecture all she has. "Safrin said the old gods cannot see inside the Spire, even now. So she doesn't know if there is one, or if it would still be alive. But if there is..." Her face and voice are expressive enough, determination set in the line of her jaw. If the Voice has imprisoned a creature within, it is their job to save it, even if only to give it the burial and send off it deserves.
"The tulmhainar, and the blight." Worrying her lip, Amalia frowns. "I... I feel awful, that our freedom might have come at the cost of the forest's health. I was so excited, when the barrier fell, to see what was outside of it. But... but the fae have a whole world that we don't understand, and will probably just ruin, thanks to the new gods." Sighing deeply, she shakes her head, anger and guilt ripe in her voice. At least his comment about her cakes gets her to smirk, though the heaviness still hangs in her shoulders, her eyes. "I'd like to hope people like me for more than just my cakes," she admits ruefully, a crooked line upon her lips, her tone making it obvious that she doubts this is the case.
"The tulmhainar, and the blight." Worrying her lip, Amalia frowns. "I... I feel awful, that our freedom might have come at the cost of the forest's health. I was so excited, when the barrier fell, to see what was outside of it. But... but the fae have a whole world that we don't understand, and will probably just ruin, thanks to the new gods." Sighing deeply, she shakes her head, anger and guilt ripe in her voice. At least his comment about her cakes gets her to smirk, though the heaviness still hangs in her shoulders, her eyes. "I'd like to hope people like me for more than just my cakes," she admits ruefully, a crooked line upon her lips, her tone making it obvious that she doubts this is the case.
Amalia & Jyoti
born from dark water, daughters of the rain and snow
