AmaLIa
shield of safrin
"I don't think any of us are," Amalia admits ruefully, thinking back to her last interaction with Delah. She will need to go back and speak to the warchief, now that the borders are open and her quest still looms in the balance, undone. Then there's the issue of the tulmhainar, who she promised to visit again; the Cloister, which may or may not occur once more this year; and countless other things to consider.
Problems, she thinks, for another day.
The palmful of sunlight comes as a surprise; Amalia blinks as its glow fills the room, somewhat entranced and bewitched by the sight. "Oh," she says simply, somewhat dumbly. "Is that new? It's beautiful." Glancing up at Amun, she furrows her brow. "It can't be real sunlight, though... it doesn't hurt you?"
Problems, she thinks, for another day.
The palmful of sunlight comes as a surprise; Amalia blinks as its glow fills the room, somewhat entranced and bewitched by the sight. "Oh," she says simply, somewhat dumbly. "Is that new? It's beautiful." Glancing up at Amun, she furrows her brow. "It can't be real sunlight, though... it doesn't hurt you?"
you can't choose what stays
and what fades away
and what fades away
