she had magic in her eyes even the stars envied
He doesn't really answer, does not acknowledge her offer, and Amalia forces herself to stop prying, stop pushing into places she does not belong. Perhaps when Long Night passes she will bring it up again- when the blight is healed, Ronin is well, when the world once again makes sense (however briefly that might last). She cannot imagine what it is, to lose pieces of herself so thoroughly and know that they are gone, a new person built up in their place.
She remembers Remi telling her about the cuffs before, and it was as strange then as it is now. Lowly commoners, as though being Attuned was something to feel shame over, as if there was a way to prove that any one person was less than another. It scares her, sometimes, to think how close they came to seeing that happen here; she shivers as she recalls Zariah's threat to cast the god-touched out, grateful for the swift resolution to that turmoil, terrified that something similar will once more come to pass.
But there are priorities now, dreams and plans, the ill to heal and observatories to build. Extending her legs out before her, Amalia leans back on her palms, looking up at Remi expectantly. "So shall we build this thing?" she asks, smiling, at her friend. "And maybe after we can go flying, and you can teach me all your tricks."
She remembers Remi telling her about the cuffs before, and it was as strange then as it is now. Lowly commoners, as though being Attuned was something to feel shame over, as if there was a way to prove that any one person was less than another. It scares her, sometimes, to think how close they came to seeing that happen here; she shivers as she recalls Zariah's threat to cast the god-touched out, grateful for the swift resolution to that turmoil, terrified that something similar will once more come to pass.
But there are priorities now, dreams and plans, the ill to heal and observatories to build. Extending her legs out before her, Amalia leans back on her palms, looking up at Remi expectantly. "So shall we build this thing?" she asks, smiling, at her friend. "And maybe after we can go flying, and you can teach me all your tricks."
