Amalia
the shield of safrin
Something Amalia will not know but Ronin, perhaps, will recognize, is that the cloth she holds so tightly in her hands is not, in fact, a scarf.
It had been used tie people up, though. So she is accurate on that account.
Ronin's story - and his conviction in telling it - has Amalia grinning broadly, amusement sparkling in her dark eyes. With an utterly hopeless attempt at a safe nod, the girl raises her definitely-not-a-sex-toy into the night air. "To Adam fucking Pikley!" the Shield proclaims to the heavens. "May he spend many nights in Mort's domain, together with the man he loves and all the treasure he could ever want!"
She pauses a moment to see if Ronin will contribute, then throws the silk into the fire, staring at the dancing embers with tears bright in her eyes.
It had been used tie people up, though. So she is accurate on that account.
Ronin's story - and his conviction in telling it - has Amalia grinning broadly, amusement sparkling in her dark eyes. With an utterly hopeless attempt at a safe nod, the girl raises her definitely-not-a-sex-toy into the night air. "To Adam fucking Pikley!" the Shield proclaims to the heavens. "May he spend many nights in Mort's domain, together with the man he loves and all the treasure he could ever want!"
She pauses a moment to see if Ronin will contribute, then throws the silk into the fire, staring at the dancing embers with tears bright in her eyes.
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
