Amalia
It doesn't do much, her bland reassurance, and Amalia again feels inadequate and small, trying to affect a world far greater and more dangerous than it has ever been before. Do your best, try your best- what is the point if it's never enough? If Ronin and Safrin and the beautiful woods are all condemned to death, for a mortal mistake she cannot identify well enough to correct?
It is a heavy burden to bear, and one she cannot truly be expected to do anything about. Still, the girl has to try, because right now it is all she can possibly do, and to do nothing would be infinitely worse.
That Ronin is coming to the Spire irks Amalia a little, makes her bite her lip. If he can help, the ill, the dying, certainly there is something she can do? Her long fingers fidget over the shield, and she nods, biting gently on her lip as Remi explains their plan. It is not until he gets to the part about Jigano that the baker looks up, eyebrow arching curiously at his laugh. "We could not find the snake last time," she remarks. "The door was gone. But the plants..."
Sighing, Amalia rolls her shoulders in a shrug, her dark eyes once more downcast. "That's why I came, actually. I... I want to be helpful, to have something to contribute. You all have magic, and Ronin can project, but I..." Her expression speaks of unspoken inadequacies; she fidgets anxiously with a stray piece of chalk. "I thought - what you said, about something to block magic? Deimos made me this shield, but I wondered if maybe you could enchant it. To absorb magic. Then maybe I... I could bring it, to help."
It is a heavy burden to bear, and one she cannot truly be expected to do anything about. Still, the girl has to try, because right now it is all she can possibly do, and to do nothing would be infinitely worse.
That Ronin is coming to the Spire irks Amalia a little, makes her bite her lip. If he can help, the ill, the dying, certainly there is something she can do? Her long fingers fidget over the shield, and she nods, biting gently on her lip as Remi explains their plan. It is not until he gets to the part about Jigano that the baker looks up, eyebrow arching curiously at his laugh. "We could not find the snake last time," she remarks. "The door was gone. But the plants..."
Sighing, Amalia rolls her shoulders in a shrug, her dark eyes once more downcast. "That's why I came, actually. I... I want to be helpful, to have something to contribute. You all have magic, and Ronin can project, but I..." Her expression speaks of unspoken inadequacies; she fidgets anxiously with a stray piece of chalk. "I thought - what you said, about something to block magic? Deimos made me this shield, but I wondered if maybe you could enchant it. To absorb magic. Then maybe I... I could bring it, to help."
with a brave heart anything is possible
