a certain darkness is needed to see the stars
Grasping with straws would be the accurate assessment; Amalia can feel her cheeks burning at the disapproval, her eyes dropping quickly as she releases the butterfly from her mental hold. Falling into silence, she listens as another suggestion - seeds, brought back to life through time and magic - is shot down.
She is tired of failing, but gods if she knows the secret to this success.
Silently she turns her head at Sunjata's offering, arching a brow at the depth of the suggestion. She does not know what memories it holds, but she knows that Ludo deals in such things - that the soul keeper values memories and the life they give to the dead. There have been too many failures for her to hold out much hope, but it seems like as good (and as bad) an idea as any they've had so far.
She is tired of failing, but gods if she knows the secret to this success.
Silently she turns her head at Sunjata's offering, arching a brow at the depth of the suggestion. She does not know what memories it holds, but she knows that Ludo deals in such things - that the soul keeper values memories and the life they give to the dead. There have been too many failures for her to hold out much hope, but it seems like as good (and as bad) an idea as any they've had so far.
Amalia
