Amalia
only lonely hid the morning from the stars
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"You mean the Voice. And the Core." It is less a question than a statement, the accusation rising easily as anger flares up in her veins. She remembers the New God's adamant denial, the insistence that she hadn't stepped into the woods. It means nothing- the Voice has already proven she is able to influence things without a physical form. Just because she has not gone through the woods doesn't mean she has not spread her pestilence, cast the plague of herself on the world and damaged it with her false idolatry.
And now she has tainted Safrin, too, and Ronin by extension. This the girl cannot abide.
She nods her head as the goddess moves to leave, adamant determination in onyx eyes. "We will make this right," she whispers, vows, certain because she has nothing else but certainty and passion and love.
And now she has tainted Safrin, too, and Ronin by extension. This the girl cannot abide.
She nods her head as the goddess moves to leave, adamant determination in onyx eyes. "We will make this right," she whispers, vows, certain because she has nothing else but certainty and passion and love.
