meet me where the falling stars live
I will wait for you day and night
Amalia purses her lips a little, trying to keep the displeasure from her face at the mention of Frey. "I don't think Frey cares, to be honest." God of sex and love they may be, but they've never seemed to give the well being of humanity much of a second thought. Safrin is the one who cares about life, and Ludo about what comes after. Frey, well... Frey cares about the course of nature, whatever that may be.Remi again. It's strange to hear about all the wounds her friend has laid upon this man, and an expression of discontent passes over her face, clouding her dark eyes. Kissing Loren, telling him he isn't suited to LongNight... it doesn't make much sense to the girl, but there is history there she cannot hope to untangle.
"We won't know until we know," she agrees, "But until then? Healing is useful. Endlessly flaming feathers are useful- especially if the monsters are corrupted Ascendeds. Maybe it isn't combat focused, but neither am I. The world needs Shields, not just swords." A wry smile, a playful note, aware of how corny it sounds; she still feels a little awkward with her title, but she is growing into it, slowly but surely.
Amalia
