i sailed seas of emotions to wander a forest of scars
i am a dance of light and darkness
Amalia comes rather belatedly to the gathering, anxious still to be out in public without the use of her legs. She remembers being in this place last year, dancing with a blind Remi in a sphere of magicked plants. He had been so brave, then, coming despite his disability, fearless in the face of danger, the face of disaster and disaster again.
And here she is, the Shield of Safrin, afraid to roll her way into a gathering held in her goddess' honor.
Swallowing hard she steels herself, pushing into the outskirts of the gathering. She has few gifts prepared, having been rather unable to do most of the traditional tasks this year. What she does bring she holds close in her lap, wrapped in cloth and awaiting distribution should she catch sight of her chosen few.
And here she is, the Shield of Safrin, afraid to roll her way into a gathering held in her goddess' honor.
Swallowing hard she steels herself, pushing into the outskirts of the gathering. She has few gifts prepared, having been rather unable to do most of the traditional tasks this year. What she does bring she holds close in her lap, wrapped in cloth and awaiting distribution should she catch sight of her chosen few.
a galaxy of shadow and stars
AMALIA
