Amalia
she was afraid of heights
Ludo's thoughtful consideration of the favor gives Amalia some pause, concern that she has pushed too far, asked for one too many things. Still, the baker's gaze holds steady as the soul guide slips down from the tree, handing the horn over obediently as it hovers before her. She had not expected the boon to come for free, and she dips her head in gratitude, acceptance of the terms.
"Thank you, Ludo," the baker - the Shield - breathes, smiling softly up at the being, no second thoughts in her mind. She understands the weight of the gift, the generosity, and her face and voice are luminous with appreciation. There is nothing Amalia would rather use her boon on than her friends: if her efforts, her triumphs in this world can improve the lives of those she loves, the girl will be content. "My friend - Adam - I will do my best to help him live a life worthy of Mort's love, when the time comes."
Then her eyes flutter down, something bittersweet crossing her face, an unspoken thing she has spent too long not voicing. "And... and thank you, for Longnight. And for after. Having a purpose after... after what happened... and hearing from my grandmother..." She swallows, glancing back up at the god. "I don't know that I would have made it here, otherwise."
"Thank you, Ludo," the baker - the Shield - breathes, smiling softly up at the being, no second thoughts in her mind. She understands the weight of the gift, the generosity, and her face and voice are luminous with appreciation. There is nothing Amalia would rather use her boon on than her friends: if her efforts, her triumphs in this world can improve the lives of those she loves, the girl will be content. "My friend - Adam - I will do my best to help him live a life worthy of Mort's love, when the time comes."
Then her eyes flutter down, something bittersweet crossing her face, an unspoken thing she has spent too long not voicing. "And... and thank you, for Longnight. And for after. Having a purpose after... after what happened... and hearing from my grandmother..." She swallows, glancing back up at the god. "I don't know that I would have made it here, otherwise."
but she was much more afraid
of never flying
