AMALIA
THE SHIELD OF SAFRIN
i think it's beautiful how a star's light
Amalia, too, is quiet and pensive, trying not to dwell on the danger ahead. She is not afraid - not for herself - but the idea of going back into the Spire has kept her awake through the long night, her mind howling with anxiety and turmoil as she thinks and re-thinks about what she needs, what she will bring and how she will ready herself for the onslaught that waits in the dark. How will she protect them when she has nothing but a shield full of fire and the claws of a cat?travels the universe long after it dies
How will she protect herself?
Armed and armored with a shield of fire and a staff of crimson, the baker and the starwhale joins the group with silent resolution and adamant eyes, looking between them without saying a word. Jyoti coos a subdued greeting, flying gently past Ronin and Remi before settling lightly on Deimos' neck. Her black eyes follow, and she slips toward the behemoth, her hand reaching out to slip into his, a soft squeeze, their fingers ghosting as amulets and unsaid things are exchanged.
Then she steps back, giving him space, listening closely and letting him lead. "My staff can heal as well," she murmurs, her only contribution to the discussion before the mask is strapped over her face. Jyoti hovers at her shoulder - unlike the other companions she will not stay behind, but will linger at the bottom of the stairs in case her magic is needed again. Closing her eyes, she lets out a prayer: Vi, please guide us, so we can save Safrin. Mort, please guard us and keep us from your light.
That's what I want to be in this world —
someone whose light lingers after I'm gone
