Amalia
she was afraid of heights
Light blooms against her skin, and Amalia can feel the strain melt away as Safrin's touch heals her. But her relief is short lived, replaced Swifty by grief, disbelief and denial rising in her throat. Turning sable eyes to the goddess, Amalia stammers through her tears. "But... You said..." You said you would save it. I said I would show it the sky.
Amalia swallows, shaking her head, denial sending shivers through her breast. "There has to be a way," the girl whispers. "Mort, or Vi... She's been locked in there so long. Is there really nothing we can do?{\"/say} in that moment the girl would do anything, give anything, trade anything, just to give the Tulmhainar a chance. Just to keep her faith in place.
"What about the Voice?" she whispers, a last-ditch effort to find a way.
Ama is in denial and desperate. She will head back down if Safrin says no.
Amalia swallows, shaking her head, denial sending shivers through her breast. "There has to be a way," the girl whispers. "Mort, or Vi... She's been locked in there so long. Is there really nothing we can do?{\"/say} in that moment the girl would do anything, give anything, trade anything, just to give the Tulmhainar a chance. Just to keep her faith in place.
"What about the Voice?" she whispers, a last-ditch effort to find a way.
Ama is in denial and desperate. She will head back down if Safrin says no.
but she was much more afraid
of never flying
