Amalia
don't make a shadow of yourself, always shutting out the light
"I am not hiding anything." The horns grow just a little longer, accompanied now by slicked back ears, flames licking harmlessly around her bare feet. Delah does not know what she has been through, what she has done. "I am not a fighter. But that doesn't make me any less." She is tired of this sparring, of flipping between Delah's favor and her disrespect. She has done her best- to help the Tulmhainar, to heal the Greatwood, to help the gods they both profess to serve.
At least the books seem to east the tension, a shared point on which they can settle. The qilin ears raise up slightly, fire flickering back out of existence as Amalia, too, relaxes slightly. "Yes. There is a library beneath the Hollowed Grounds, with books that seemed to have life of their own. Safrin would have them moved to the care of the fae, and ." A grimace quirks across her face: she doubts she will have a chance to study the tomes further if the fae take possession of it, but Amalia will not deny her goddess, no matter how prickly Delah may be.
At least the books seem to east the tension, a shared point on which they can settle. The qilin ears raise up slightly, fire flickering back out of existence as Amalia, too, relaxes slightly. "Yes. There is a library beneath the Hollowed Grounds, with books that seemed to have life of their own. Safrin would have them moved to the care of the fae, and ." A grimace quirks across her face: she doubts she will have a chance to study the tomes further if the fae take possession of it, but Amalia will not deny her goddess, no matter how prickly Delah may be.
