Amalia
a certain darkness is needed to see the stars
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"Nobody died from the blight, either," Amalia points out, frowning down at the sphere unhappily. "That's the argument the Ascendeds make. Nobody died, so it's all forgivable. But I don't think I can ever forgive what it did to the people here, and to the Greatwood, and to you."
Taking a scone from the plate, Amalia begins to break it apart into small bites - more to give her hands something to do than out of any real hunger. There has been something on her mind, a conversation with Sam. "My... brother, is Ascended." Amalia stumbles over the word; it feels funny on her tongue. "He wants to meet a herald. To ask them questions about the past. If I brought him... would you speak to him?"
Taking a scone from the plate, Amalia begins to break it apart into small bites - more to give her hands something to do than out of any real hunger. There has been something on her mind, a conversation with Sam. "My... brother, is Ascended." Amalia stumbles over the word; it feels funny on her tongue. "He wants to meet a herald. To ask them questions about the past. If I brought him... would you speak to him?"
