Amalia
'Cause she's just like the weather
Can't hold her together
Born from dark water
Daughter of the r a i n and s n o w
Amalia blinks at his follow up question, a slight amount of exasperation coloring the edges of her voice. "Not all of them, no- but the Fae dislike the Voice. And after the barrier fell... that's when the blight began to spread to the woods. And they asked the Ascended to stay out, but the Voice continued to send them, which spread the blight more." How new is this man to it all? How much does he know, and how much does he want to know? Fidgeting slightly, she continues. "Then, before LongNight, she sent some of the Ascended to attack a sacred tree that held a portal. They... they killed it, and five Fae besides. With the Voice's help."Can't hold her together
Born from dark water
Daughter of the r a i n and s n o w
Swallowing, she turns her face up to Jyoti in the rafters. "So no, I would not say all of them are murderers. Or even bad people. I know many helped- they wanted to stop the blight. But to continue supporting the Voice after all of this? That I can't understand." Sensing her companion's growing discontent, the little whale swims down to the counter, settling herself on Amalia's neck and breathing a huff of starlight.
It is easier to turn the topic back to him, away from her own troubling and uncertain feelings about the role the Ascended play in the world. Gravely she nods agreement with the assessment that they do not wish it to come to war, passing him the teacup as it fills. There is sugar and a little cream on the counter behind her, and she turns to grab it as he mentions Ludo. When she faces him again, a smile curls at her lips. "What occupation and experience?" she wonders, extending the small cup of milk and bowl of sugar toward him with an inviting nod.
