AMALIA
THE SHIELD OF SAFRIN
i think it's beautiful how a star's light
It's working. By some strange miracle their efforts are working, with nobody yet gasping a breath of pain, no coughing or collapsing into illness and despair. The blast from her shield sends her reeling, but there are hands there to catch her, Deimos' firm grasp on her shoulders, a grateful and ecstatic smile offered to her lover, her leader, her Sword.travels the universe long after it dies
The moment of affection is brief, quickly swallowed back into purpose, flames and plants and an inferno to alight. Taking the shield into her hands, the baker is surprised to feel it different - less warm, less tingling, less alive, the magic in it spent and squandered. Frustration flares within her then, but she is not without alternative tools. Thinking quickly, the girl pulls the shield back inside the safety of their shed, sliding it to Remi with a fervent request. "Can you lend me some magic?"
Then she pulls out the amulet given from Deimos, shuddering a little at the idea of wielding death. Following Ronin's guidance she directs the power toward the plants still spilling fumes, hoping to wither them quickly away, a silent prayer to Vi on her lips as she uses a power she never thought to touch.
Amalia asks Remi to refill her shield, and uses the amulet with Deimos' life drain magic against the still poisonous plants.
That's what I want to be in this world —
someone whose light lingers after I'm gone
