[Mini Event] bellatrix audet concurrere viris

Amalia I took the stars from our eyes and I made a map I knew that somehow I could find my way back She finds herself near the front of the gathering, steeled for the inevitable. There are many here she recognizes, has history with, knows and loves and resents. There are those she would call friend and those she would call family, yet Amalia does not fit herself among them, does not carve a place for herself in their shadows, their safety. As much as she would like to avoid this confrontation, this scene, the drama it will lead to- The Shield places herself front and center, her dark eyes hard as she waits for the Wraith to speak. She owes engagement to the Gods who had faith in her, to the people who look up to her. To the woman who helped raise her. Wessex and Amalia may have their differences, may have space between them now that is impossible to bridge - but as the girl looks at her one-time mentor she cannot help the ache of remorse, the desperate wish that things could have been different. In another world, at another time, the two women would have continued to belong to each other. They would be allies instead of enemies, they would stand together instead of apart. But the world is a cruel and fickle thing. There is only one thing she can think to do for Wessex, one last sign of what they once had - and that is to be here, not hiding but meeting the woman's gaze, standing behind her convictions and accusations, the declarations previously made. She will not hide behind Deimos, behind Jigano, behind her anxieties and insecurities. She will face Wessex as an adult, an equal. As the woman the Wraith helped raise her to be. She owes her that, at least. Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too So I stayed in the darkness with you