Amalia
"Maea cries easily." Whatever Rory may have said to set Maea off, Amalia is confident it was deserved, measured and meaningful and in no way cruel. She knows that Rory refused to join the girl's attempt at a coup, stood aside and spoke his mind on the ill-advised idea. The girls share a fraught history; attempting to use the albino as a shield as as poor a choice as Roana could make. Remi, or Ronin, or any of the Outlanders with whom they share a bond...
It is a pretty speech of humility and goodness, each word more condescending than the last. But Roana has shown no real interest in doing any of the things she says, and again, Amalia does not care what the woman has to say. Words and intention are nothing without action, and none of the Ontlander's actions so far have demonstrated anything other than superiority and disdain. And she opens herself up to attack, another insult, another jibe- as though she thinks the girl a heathen, ruled by fury and nothing more. "I was taught not to strike the unequipped. I can be angry without being unsportsmanlike." Though she shifts her grip on her staff again, belying the fact that it is hard.
It is a pretty speech of humility and goodness, each word more condescending than the last. But Roana has shown no real interest in doing any of the things she says, and again, Amalia does not care what the woman has to say. Words and intention are nothing without action, and none of the Ontlander's actions so far have demonstrated anything other than superiority and disdain. And she opens herself up to attack, another insult, another jibe- as though she thinks the girl a heathen, ruled by fury and nothing more. "I was taught not to strike the unequipped. I can be angry without being unsportsmanlike." Though she shifts her grip on her staff again, belying the fact that it is hard.
