Amalia
"Archebold." Amalia says his name with distaste, remembering the dim corridors, the man who leered in the dark. "His cane... he had it in the Underground. When we-" But she does not finish, cannot bear to name another mistake, another stupid thing she did that resulted in disaster.She tilts her head as the alchemist muses, accidentally mirroring his actions, a strangely birdlike characteristic the pair appears to share. "Or Ronin," she suggests, biting thoughtfully on her lip. "Or... or what about a trap? Like a smoke bomb, but it releases something that nullifies magic? Then we could set it off when Edrei and Zariah are together. Block them both." It might be a foolish idea, but it's the least violent way to weaken all the Laucelyens she can currently think of.
she was like the moon-
part of her was always hidden away
part of her was always hidden away
