Amalia
the shield of safrin
She's pushed too far in a strange direction, tried to gain something she has no understanding of or right to. Amalia can sense this in Ludo's silence, the soul gatherer's entire response to her shifting; when it pulls away she drops her head, pious and contrite.
"Thank you, Ludo." Her tone is sincere: she is grateful for what she's gained here, grateful to know that her loved ones are safe. It doesn't erase the pain she feels, but it is perspective, a reminder that she has to keep on. That living is important, in the face of death. "I'll hang their lanterns there," she agrees, watching the spirit drift out of sight.
Only when Ludo has entirely disappeared does Amalia rise and leave.
"Thank you, Ludo." Her tone is sincere: she is grateful for what she's gained here, grateful to know that her loved ones are safe. It doesn't erase the pain she feels, but it is perspective, a reminder that she has to keep on. That living is important, in the face of death. "I'll hang their lanterns there," she agrees, watching the spirit drift out of sight.
Only when Ludo has entirely disappeared does Amalia rise and leave.
she is calm in the storm
and anxious in the quiet
and anxious in the quiet
