Amalia
the shield of safrin
"That's right." She wants to ask more - how he's been since Arduinna's sacrifice, if this means he is finally free, what comes next for the mischievous fox - but it does not seem like the time, somehow.And besides, they are swiftly interrupted as another appears in the winding tunnels- not the Prince but a familiar human, the summoner easy to recognize even in the dim light. What is he doing down here, she wonders, where sunlight fails to fall? "She does not like closed spaces," the baker replies with a shrug, glancing at Ianto and sending a soothing pulse through the Attuned bond. He's a friend. Sort of.
The cardinal doesn't seem to need any reassurance, though; he make his way to Loren's finger without any protest, and the girl smiles wryly, her dark eyes soft with affection. Kneeling down to greet Astra properly, Amalia reaches out to scratch behind her antlers- antlers not too dissimilar from the red ones that wind through her staff. "Ianto, my friend. He's Attuned. We're looking for-"
But a noise interrupts her explanation, followed shortly by a terrible and incredibly putrid smell. Balking slightly as the pungent aroma hits her delicate senses, Amalia schools herself quickly, turning to look toward the source. "Prince?" the Shield calls out softly, taking one slow and careful step forward, a hand extended back to keep Loren quiet. "My name is Amalia- we came to see you. To visit. Is that ok?"
someday we'll find what we're looking for
or maybe not
maybe we'll find something much greater
