AmaLiA
the shield of safrin
She is enjoying the festival, and---
Flowers raining, dancing with Deimos, music in the air
---everything is lovely, it's all going so well, but somewhere there's a sign, something off, something at the back of her neck---
A low groan, something lost, but she doesn't see it, not yet, not soon enough,
---and before she can identify it, before she can do anything, before she can help there's an explosion, and ice is flying and people are screaming and mud is flowing--
What was I doing, to let this happen? I should have done something, I should have done something
---and a brown figure flies, bloodstained, through the sky, and Amalia can feel his life draining away.
She doesn't stop to think. She doesn't look around. She doesn't even consider leaving. The pain of Remi's mind and body is stark through the Attuned bond; she couldn't ignore it if she wanted to, even as those around her scream and flee. In the midst of chaos, the midst of pain, here is the greatest wound of all.
The man, her friend, lies on the ground, and with him... no. Amalia falls to her knees beside him, collapsing into the mud. Without a thought she grabs out her shield and staff, shoving them over the prone figures, her body morphing into qilin shape as she wraps herself around them, willing them to move, to respond. "No... no no no nononono Remi, Aoife, no, stay with me, no, Safrin, Vi, please--"
Sobbing, seeking, Amalia runs her lips over them, trying to breathe life into the prone figures, to do something, to not be too late.
What kind of Shield am I, if I couldn't protect them from this?
Amalia uses the mastered healing in her shield that she got from Loren on Remiand Aoife
Flowers raining, dancing with Deimos, music in the air
---everything is lovely, it's all going so well, but somewhere there's a sign, something off, something at the back of her neck---
A low groan, something lost, but she doesn't see it, not yet, not soon enough,
---and before she can identify it, before she can do anything, before she can help there's an explosion, and ice is flying and people are screaming and mud is flowing--
What was I doing, to let this happen? I should have done something, I should have done something
---and a brown figure flies, bloodstained, through the sky, and Amalia can feel his life draining away.
She doesn't stop to think. She doesn't look around. She doesn't even consider leaving. The pain of Remi's mind and body is stark through the Attuned bond; she couldn't ignore it if she wanted to, even as those around her scream and flee. In the midst of chaos, the midst of pain, here is the greatest wound of all.
The man, her friend, lies on the ground, and with him... no. Amalia falls to her knees beside him, collapsing into the mud. Without a thought she grabs out her shield and staff, shoving them over the prone figures, her body morphing into qilin shape as she wraps herself around them, willing them to move, to respond. "No... no no no nononono Remi, Aoife, no, stay with me, no, Safrin, Vi, please--"
Sobbing, seeking, Amalia runs her lips over them, trying to breathe life into the prone figures, to do something, to not be too late.
What kind of Shield am I, if I couldn't protect them from this?
Amalia uses the mastered healing in her shield that she got from Loren on Remi
you're breaking your own heart
