AmaLiA
the shield of safrin
The urge to cry is monumental; through some incredible force of will Amalia manages to let only a handful of tears fall as the goddess - a goddess - strokes her hair, the way her grandmother did when she was a child. If anyone had suggested she'd be in this situation even a year ago the girl would not have believed them for a minute; now, though, it feels like this is the place where she belongs.
To be cherished, to be accepted, to be loved- "Thank you, Safrin," the girl breathes, a heavy weight falling off her chest, a smile curling at her lips. "I'll keep... I'll do my best. To deserve it."
Pulling away reluctantly, the Shield smiles up at the mother of stars, trying to resist the urge to remain forever in the incredible light of the deity. The smile falters a little as Amalia remembers the other questions she had to ask, the other weight she carries. Biting her lip, the girl frowns, turning her eyes to where Jyoti is attempting to drape herself over Safrin's shoulders. "Safrin... have you heard about Ludo? And Roana? Do... do the old gods really want us to kill all the Ascended?"
To be cherished, to be accepted, to be loved- "Thank you, Safrin," the girl breathes, a heavy weight falling off her chest, a smile curling at her lips. "I'll keep... I'll do my best. To deserve it."
Pulling away reluctantly, the Shield smiles up at the mother of stars, trying to resist the urge to remain forever in the incredible light of the deity. The smile falters a little as Amalia remembers the other questions she had to ask, the other weight she carries. Biting her lip, the girl frowns, turning her eyes to where Jyoti is attempting to drape herself over Safrin's shoulders. "Safrin... have you heard about Ludo? And Roana? Do... do the old gods really want us to kill all the Ascended?"
you're breaking your own heart
