Amalia
the shield of safrin
Amalia is not particularly silent, and she does not particularly care. She is not sleeping, either; she hasn't been for days, not at home at least. Tired and wan, she wanders like a ghost, flitting between moments of stress and anxiety into the doldrums of long, unbearable calm.
She thought she would want to hide forever, after what happened in the caves. But all she wants - all she really wants - is to drown out all the noise.
So she wanders and paces, and when she sees Wessex she walks (walks!) out toward the fallen queen. Is she itching for a fight? For reassurance from a maternal figure? Or maybe just a distraction from her own thoughts? Whatever the reason, Amalia draws near, coming to stand beside the Ascended without saying a word.
She thought she would want to hide forever, after what happened in the caves. But all she wants - all she really wants - is to drown out all the noise.
So she wanders and paces, and when she sees Wessex she walks (walks!) out toward the fallen queen. Is she itching for a fight? For reassurance from a maternal figure? Or maybe just a distraction from her own thoughts? Whatever the reason, Amalia draws near, coming to stand beside the Ascended without saying a word.
she's just like the weather
can't hold her together
can't hold her together
