AmaLiA
the shield of safrin
Amalia smiles at Aoife's greeting, entranced as ever by the star-eyed girl. Lying back upon the furs she lets her expression shift and change: now a leopard, now an owl, playful and fleeting in an attempt to make her laugh. It is a good distraction from the darker issues, Ronin's obvious unhappiness, the awkward words that hang unsaid. "I was," she says softly, glancing at the guildmaster. "At the end of the week, in the infirmary." Would Vanya have lived, had she been in the infirmary? Would Aoife have a mother now?
Sitting up, Amalia turns to look at Ronin, though she does not neglect the infant entirely. The long, lush tail that sprouts from her lower back is now more qilin than feline, supple and slender with a thick and soft tuft of rich lavender-silver hair at the end. It tickles lightly on Aoife's face as the Shield turns her dark eyes to the Fallen Star, biting her lip in obvious thought, a pensive expression on her face. "Ronin... I don't know how much you remember, but... I'm sorry. For what I said."
Sitting up, Amalia turns to look at Ronin, though she does not neglect the infant entirely. The long, lush tail that sprouts from her lower back is now more qilin than feline, supple and slender with a thick and soft tuft of rich lavender-silver hair at the end. It tickles lightly on Aoife's face as the Shield turns her dark eyes to the Fallen Star, biting her lip in obvious thought, a pensive expression on her face. "Ronin... I don't know how much you remember, but... I'm sorry. For what I said."
you're breaking your own heart
