Amalia
Their songs are a far cry from the hymns Amalia grew up with, but she loves them nonetheless - the jagged slant rhymes of Kiada's ode, the pensive intentionality in Deimos' reply. Opening her beak to shriek a happy note, the Shield adds her own:
Lady of the light and stars... You make us all that we are. Though Spire and temple alike may fall, our wings keep us above it all.
Around them the wind seems to pick up in harmony, a low and keen song ringing through the endless snow. Okay - now a chorus, she directs, spinning over in front of her family while she waits for their ideas.
Make up a chorus! No order
Lady of the light and stars... You make us all that we are. Though Spire and temple alike may fall, our wings keep us above it all.
Around them the wind seems to pick up in harmony, a low and keen song ringing through the endless snow. Okay - now a chorus, she directs, spinning over in front of her family while she waits for their ideas.
Make up a chorus! No order
she was so delicate
yet bursting with energy
kind of like a shattered star
