Amalia
Of all the cruelties her home has inflicted on the Outlanders, this has to be one of the most severe. Though to call the Greatwood Amalia's home may be a misnomer: sometimes it feels the woods are as foreign to the girl as anywhere an outlander has ventured from.
Still, would being owned by a god be so bad? She does not say it aloud, but she wonders a little. Ianto seems relatively free enough. He is here, after all; he has loved; he has friends. And all of that is paired with purpose, a goal, a guide. But at what cost? She glances at the man, his sunny face downcast, his smile bleak and sad.
How little of the world the girl has seen. How little she understands.
"If you were free to do whatever you wanted... what would you do?"
Still, would being owned by a god be so bad? She does not say it aloud, but she wonders a little. Ianto seems relatively free enough. He is here, after all; he has loved; he has friends. And all of that is paired with purpose, a goal, a guide. But at what cost? She glances at the man, his sunny face downcast, his smile bleak and sad.
How little of the world the girl has seen. How little she understands.
"If you were free to do whatever you wanted... what would you do?"
don't make a shadow of yourself, always shutting out the light
