meet me where the falling stars live
i will wait for you
Why do you say it like that? Amalia stares down at the rose, a little confused, chewing on her lip and unsure how to reply. She has always known Wessex to be somewhat rash, protective and defensive and quick to action. The knowledge that someone poses a threat to the Ascended, well, if anything were to set the woman off she would suspect it to be that. Certainly she reacted poorly enough to the girl disagreeing with the choice to Ascend, let alone the threat of conflict if the baker ever stood against her.
But maybe being a queen has changed things, or maybe it is the burden of family that makes the Shield bear more of her ire. Whatever it is, Amalia wants a break so desperately she considers backtracking, hiding from the truth. "I guess... I don't know what would be appropriate. I would expect anyone to be angry, at news like that. I would be angry, if someone threatened my family, but I'm not as strong as you." She shrugs again, helplessly, always helpless in front of Wessex. All she wants is the woman's love and respect, yet the Queen's eyes always feel distant when they look at the girl.
Not unlike her mother's had.
Even if Safrin told you to? Amalia winces, but not because she expects it shall ever come to what Wessex fears. No, Wessex has no idea how painful that question is for Amalia to hear, especially today, especially after she was given the charge of taking the goddess' life should she fail to recover from the Blight. Would she kill, if Safrin told her to? She does not know, and she hopes she never has to find out.
Looking up at Wessex with a face that harbors no shade of doubt, the girl finds it easy to reply. "Safrin wouldn't ask that. And besides, I made a promise to Vi. To always protect Life, and never make the step over to Death." The step that Roana is currently taking, that Amalia does not know if she can stop.
But maybe being a queen has changed things, or maybe it is the burden of family that makes the Shield bear more of her ire. Whatever it is, Amalia wants a break so desperately she considers backtracking, hiding from the truth. "I guess... I don't know what would be appropriate. I would expect anyone to be angry, at news like that. I would be angry, if someone threatened my family, but I'm not as strong as you." She shrugs again, helplessly, always helpless in front of Wessex. All she wants is the woman's love and respect, yet the Queen's eyes always feel distant when they look at the girl.
Not unlike her mother's had.
Even if Safrin told you to? Amalia winces, but not because she expects it shall ever come to what Wessex fears. No, Wessex has no idea how painful that question is for Amalia to hear, especially today, especially after she was given the charge of taking the goddess' life should she fail to recover from the Blight. Would she kill, if Safrin told her to? She does not know, and she hopes she never has to find out.
Looking up at Wessex with a face that harbors no shade of doubt, the girl finds it easy to reply. "Safrin wouldn't ask that. And besides, I made a promise to Vi. To always protect Life, and never make the step over to Death." The step that Roana is currently taking, that Amalia does not know if she can stop.
day and night
AMALIA
