Amalia
the shield of safrin
"You want to live... on top... of the Spire?" Amalia repeats the words slowly, staring blankly at the man as though he may have misspoke. Or maybe he's just an idiot? Another idiot outlander with no idea what he's doing, what he's saying, thinking he's inexplicably in charge of the world now. "Do.. are... why?"
It's hard for her to get past the idea of him living on the Spire, but she tires to continue answering questions. "No, not a pet. We share a bond in our souls. It's a little hard to explain." She finishes off a little curtly, lips pursed unhappily.
She watches him eat the pie in silence, still bothered by his earlier sentiment. "What do you know about the Spire? About what happened there? About what it means?" Gripping the edge of the counter, she tries to keep her ire at bay, but she's rather awful at hiding her emotions. "Why would you want to live there?"
It's hard for her to get past the idea of him living on the Spire, but she tires to continue answering questions. "No, not a pet. We share a bond in our souls. It's a little hard to explain." She finishes off a little curtly, lips pursed unhappily.
She watches him eat the pie in silence, still bothered by his earlier sentiment. "What do you know about the Spire? About what happened there? About what it means?" Gripping the edge of the counter, she tries to keep her ire at bay, but she's rather awful at hiding her emotions. "Why would you want to live there?"
she is calm in the storm
and anxious in the quiet
and anxious in the quiet
