Amalia
the shield of safrin
Happiness seems too difficult a topic to master today, and she can practically feel the anger radiating from Loren. "Well. Would- for now, would you like me to call you Prince, or something else? Moth? Happ? Something different?" She wants the creature to have a choice, but doesn't want to push too hard. Especially since he has finally grabbed the amulet she holds, and Amalia cannot help it: she opens her eyes the smallest peak to see what happens when the magic hits him.And... Nothing.
Well, it's certainly anticlimactic, and Amalia cannot help the slump of her shoulders as nothing seems to come from the stone. Still she pushes with her will and intention, praying to Vi that somehow the stone will work, will do something, for this poor creature. Closing her eyes again, the girl forces herself to smile as she moves to stand, gently pulling the amulet back. "It's okay. You can keep the flower; next time I'll bring more bugs. Is there anything else you would like? From outside?"
someday we'll find what we're looking for
or maybe not
maybe we'll find something much greater
