the wind talks back

Amalia I took the stars from our eyes and I made a map I knew that somehow I could find my way back The reminder that they are once more under the reign of an Ascended causes Amalia's jaw to shift unhappily, fur flaring up on the back of her neck. Still she does not voice her opinion on the matter, instead glancing around the frigid town. "Rexanna has promised to try and prevent another Blight." How can people live like this, day after day, year after year? It almost makes her wonder if the portals wouldn't be the best option for them- and then wince internally at the very thought. If only they could be activated without the Voice being involved... "Do you consider your authority higher than the Gods'?" It's a. Honest question, though perhaps there is a little bit of challenge in her tone. They are acting as vessels of the Old Gods. If one were to consider them supreme in authority - which Amalia does - then yes, their task carries more importance than any ruling of the queen. Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too So I stayed in the darkness with you