Amalia
the shield of safrin
Mort, it saw her moment of weakness. Eyes opening fully in alarm and confusion, Amalia winces as the amulet strikes her squarely on the jaw, rubbing at the bony prominence that will surely bloom into a bruise. "I'm sorry!" she exclaims, averting her gaze, guilt and revulsion rolling in her stomach. "Please, don't-"But the creature is gone, and perhaps it's for the best, because even with her avian lack of smell Amalia is beginning to feel distinctly lightheaded. Picking up the amulet from the ground, the rises unsteadily, following Loren toward the mouth of the cave. "Thank you for trying," the girl murmurs to the summoner, truly appreciative, a wry grimace furrowing her brows. "I wish that had gone better, but at least we tried."
someday we'll find what we're looking for
or maybe not
maybe we'll find something much greater
