AMALiA
Amalia, too, walks in silence, susprised by Roana's invitation but not one to discourage anyone from doing the work of Vi. The light of the luxere staff lights the forest with the color of blood, offset by Jyoti who flies quietly at her side. Now and again she glances at Roana's claymore, idly wondering if the soldier has brought her out to kill her. It would be a good place for it, Amalia muses. Perhaps she could fertilize the plants.The Shield is roused from her morbid thoughts as Roana exhales a sigh, fit cutting the silent journey with a curl of steamy breath. The declaration makes her raise her brow, turning fully to face Roana, curiosity in her dark eyes. "I cannot imagine a reason to stand against a task from Ludo," the girl says, shrugging slightly, her faith in the Old Gods absolute. "What has it asked you to do?"
the darkest nights produce the brightest stars
