AMALIA
you're staring at the sky
watching stars collide
"A tactical... Chunder?" Amalia repeats, though given the context she can deduce the meaning easily enough. Tilting her head to look back at the horn, she is not sure if she should be reverent or appalled. "Frey?" she asks, suspecting that the troublesome being may be behind an antic of that's sort. It seems like something Frey would do, giving an item that facilities debauchery, encourages me to be wanting and fools. Still, she smiles, raising an eyebrow in honest amusement. "What sort of grand quest was this? Were there monsters? Princesses?"watching stars collide
Or perhaps he was handed it by a wayward Attuned, and drunkenly assumed it to be a god. It seems just as probable as anything else, all things considered.
Shifting to better hold his weight, Amalia pats his shoulder fondly, amused by his antics despite herself. "You seem pretty drunk to me." Not that Amalia had seen much drunkenness, never really having gotten properly drunk herself. Raising the horn to her nose, she takes a sniff of the brew within before shaking her head. "What's the appeal, anyway? It seems to only make people foolish and sick."
