Amalia
"Which of my people? Do you know their names?" She snaps it back like the crack of a whip, an accusation returned in full. You say we do not care to know you- but what do you know about us? Eyes narrowing, she curls her nose in marked displeasure, leopard fur bristling like armor on her neck, remembering Rory's tears that day, the way he had fought and suffered and ached. "You can hurt people in ways that are not physical. Ignorance is hurtful, too."
Amalia is ready to shrug again, to point out that no, she does not know her motivations, but it is action, not intent, that matters. But that changes quickly when Roana mentions Maea, who they all treat... cruelly? Amalia chokes a startled laugh, disbelief and indignation rampant on her face. "Maea?!" the girl repeats, taking a step toward the idiot Outlander. "Treated cruelly? I don't know what shit she told you. My mother-" spent more time with her than me "-cared for her since she was born."
"And, oh, so she was the only one? I suppose that makes sense- you've already proven you don't see Rory as an actual person, deserving of thought." Venom and vitriol, rarely spattered from her lips but flowing with freedom at last, the childhood wrath reignited once more. Another step forward as Roana drops the sword, inviting the girl to strike her, to make violence out of rage. "Tell me, Roana, our Caido-sent savior, when did you try to talk to us? Why do we have to bow to you fucking Outlanders, just because you come from some fancy place and think you're so much better than the people who have lived here for years?"
Amalia is ready to shrug again, to point out that no, she does not know her motivations, but it is action, not intent, that matters. But that changes quickly when Roana mentions Maea, who they all treat... cruelly? Amalia chokes a startled laugh, disbelief and indignation rampant on her face. "Maea?!" the girl repeats, taking a step toward the idiot Outlander. "Treated cruelly? I don't know what shit she told you. My mother-" spent more time with her than me "-cared for her since she was born."
"And, oh, so she was the only one? I suppose that makes sense- you've already proven you don't see Rory as an actual person, deserving of thought." Venom and vitriol, rarely spattered from her lips but flowing with freedom at last, the childhood wrath reignited once more. Another step forward as Roana drops the sword, inviting the girl to strike her, to make violence out of rage. "Tell me, Roana, our Caido-sent savior, when did you try to talk to us? Why do we have to bow to you fucking Outlanders, just because you come from some fancy place and think you're so much better than the people who have lived here for years?"
