AmaLIa
shield of safrin
Perhaps not the best thing to bring up on the heels of their near disaster, but Amalia has never been anything if not prone to putting her foot in her mouth. Deimos faux-blase answer is met with an apologetic squeeze of her hand, the girl looking down and biting her lip, anxiety rising once more in her gut. It is another thing she can never understand, has no reference or context for. Losing and losing without hope of ever regaining...
"I'm sorry," the Shield says softly, not meeting his eyes.
Instead she looks at Zuriel, a silent greeting passed through Attuned prowess, a preemptive apology for the sorry state she has put the unicorn's companion in. Jyoti naps in the air nearby, floating neatly in the equine's shadow, a large eye opening as the par draws near. She trills a note of curious greeting, concerned, a little quieter of late, preferring to linger close to home, away from the dangers of the world. Flipping so she's right-side-up, the whale swims to Deimos and attempts to tuck herself behind his hair.
"We can make lanterns for them this year, if you want." It is all she can offer, a simple gesture but one that holds deep meaning for her people, this place. Reaching a hand out to Zuriel, she glances back at the Sword. "And if... if you wanted to talk about them... I'd love to hear it. So they can live in my memories, too."
"I'm sorry," the Shield says softly, not meeting his eyes.
Instead she looks at Zuriel, a silent greeting passed through Attuned prowess, a preemptive apology for the sorry state she has put the unicorn's companion in. Jyoti naps in the air nearby, floating neatly in the equine's shadow, a large eye opening as the par draws near. She trills a note of curious greeting, concerned, a little quieter of late, preferring to linger close to home, away from the dangers of the world. Flipping so she's right-side-up, the whale swims to Deimos and attempts to tuck herself behind his hair.
"We can make lanterns for them this year, if you want." It is all she can offer, a simple gesture but one that holds deep meaning for her people, this place. Reaching a hand out to Zuriel, she glances back at the Sword. "And if... if you wanted to talk about them... I'd love to hear it. So they can live in my memories, too."
you can't choose what stays
and what fades away
and what fades away
