Amalia
A deeper conversation is all I want from you-
They miss, and Amalia breathes a sigh of relief which quickly changes to an inhalation as the relief fades and stress sets in. Coiled tight, the leopardess crouches, watching as the harpy swoops and caws and trying to think of some solution. She does not want to fight Kiada, to hurt her and take her down to the point of giving in. The girl is too radiant, too stubborn and headstrong to quit before she is seriously injured, and Amalia is not a fighter, but she is strong. She knows she can hold her own against her opponent.But she does not want to.
And then Amalia realizes something, and it changes the way she sees the game. This challenge, this arena, this cloister- it is not for her. The Shield of Safrin is not a weapon, not designed to pierce and slash, to take the things she wants. She is meant to guard, to guide, to give, and while there is much more that Kiada deserves, perhaps Amalia can give her this.
As Kiada plunges once again the leopard attempts to leap away, grabbing her shield in her mouth and bounding to her staff. How much do you want to win? she calls out through their bond, suddenly challenging, suddenly goading, suddenly serious as she truly asks: How much do you deserve it? Show me.
Amalia attempts to evade Kiada's attack and run to where her staff is.
- I want the words you're afraid to say:
the lonely ones you keep hidden
between the folds of your heart
