AmaLiA
the shield of safrin
He makes a good point, and Amalia swallows, hands opening and closing anxiously in her lap. "That... fair enough." Feathering her jaw, she tries not to let her anger for the Voice flare up again, indignant that the goddess would have placed such a serious curse upon her friend. Instead she rubs her palms on her thighs. "I wouldn't have ever used actual fire," she whispers softly, staring down.
There is more, then, though Amun seems disinterested in sharing, and honestly? Amalia can't say she blames him. Not really sure what else to do, she moves so she's cross-legged on the ground. "I was attacked by a fire user once." She looks up at Amun through eyes that glitter, fingers pulling over a piece of string. "Do you want to talk about it?"
There is more, then, though Amun seems disinterested in sharing, and honestly? Amalia can't say she blames him. Not really sure what else to do, she moves so she's cross-legged on the ground. "I was attacked by a fire user once." She looks up at Amun through eyes that glitter, fingers pulling over a piece of string. "Do you want to talk about it?"
you're breaking your own heart
