it is both a blessing and a curse, to feel everything so very deeply
Sam is right: Amalia does not react particularly well, her body tensing visibly as Sam explains his ostensibly benign activities. Why does the Voice want to see the woods, and how is it related to the blight? She wonders if Ascendeds spread it, if this is her way of killing the world despite remaining inside the barrier, of slighting a world she believes has slighted her. Or perhaps it is just a cruel game.
Amalia's hands tighten around the book, her expression cloudy and dark as she tries to keep her voice calm. "Why does she want to see?" There is no part of Amalia who trusts the intentions of the being, the false goddess; she doubts even Sam know why she really wants to invade and infect.
That Jigano was upset for Sam nearing the Fae does make her raise a brown, glancing back at the redhead with a slightly bemused look. Half of her wants to ask why the bard should care; half of her wishes Delah had caught him and stopped whatever task the Voice had set in its track. "Sam... while you were out there. Did you notice the blight?"
Amalia's hands tighten around the book, her expression cloudy and dark as she tries to keep her voice calm. "Why does she want to see?" There is no part of Amalia who trusts the intentions of the being, the false goddess; she doubts even Sam know why she really wants to invade and infect.
That Jigano was upset for Sam nearing the Fae does make her raise a brown, glancing back at the redhead with a slightly bemused look. Half of her wants to ask why the bard should care; half of her wishes Delah had caught him and stopped whatever task the Voice had set in its track. "Sam... while you were out there. Did you notice the blight?"
