Amalia
the shield of safrin
"Becoming a luxere," Amalia repeats, raising an eyebrow at the nonchalant statement. Well, if you aren't full of surprises, the Shield adds through the Attuned bond, wondering just how much he can hear and having no idea how true that statement would prove down the road. "If you need help... Well. You know." She shrugs expressively. It goes unsaid that she will assist him in any misadventure, especially at their goddess' behest.
Running the scarf between her fingers, Amalia scoffs softly. "I would have thought drunken foolishness well in your wheelhouse." There's a teasing note to her voice, playfulness underlined by the seriousness of it all. With another healthy swig of alcohol (and a great deal of coughing) the Shield rises, face illuminated by fire as she holds the scarf aloft.
The fabric dances in the wind, draped across her hands. Affecting as serious a tone as she can muster, Amalia stares into the fire. "This scarf was used to tie a rich, um... duke? While Adam robbed them of their jewels. And underwear. And then seduced him." The Shield nods sagely, as though this tale held even a sliver of truth.
Running the scarf between her fingers, Amalia scoffs softly. "I would have thought drunken foolishness well in your wheelhouse." There's a teasing note to her voice, playfulness underlined by the seriousness of it all. With another healthy swig of alcohol (and a great deal of coughing) the Shield rises, face illuminated by fire as she holds the scarf aloft.
The fabric dances in the wind, draped across her hands. Affecting as serious a tone as she can muster, Amalia stares into the fire. "This scarf was used to tie a rich, um... duke? While Adam robbed them of their jewels. And underwear. And then seduced him." The Shield nods sagely, as though this tale held even a sliver of truth.
She wants the silence but fears the solitude
she wants to be alone and together with you
she wants to be alone and together with you
