Amalia
she wants the silence but fears the solitude
she wants to be alone and together with you
Running her hands through Isuma's fur, Amalia watches as fire dances on Jigano's palm, the bright light glittering in her dark eyes. Wryly she raises a brow, glancing over and tilting her head. "Fire feels out of character for you," Amalia admits, scrunching her nose thoughtfully. Magic still feels out of character for him, honestly, the decision to become abandoned sitting poorly on her shoulders, but she chooses to hold her tongue. It's too beautiful a day for fighting over philosophical differences, and for the first time in what feels like weeks the Shield feels happy.
The question about how she is elicits a narrow-shouldered shrug, her expression growing somewhat distant, bittersweet as she looks back over the sea. "I'm... better." Better than yesterday, that the last few days before, and worse than when the season began, but she's learning to take things one day at a time. "It was a... a difficult season." She assumes that he's heard about Adam and Peter, that he knows of the disasters they've endured.
Lowering herself down to the sand, Amalia begins to collect the shells and small stones in the sand around her, absently sorting them into piles by color. "Safrin came to visit me. After... everything. She gave me some important perspective. Ludo, too."
The question about how she is elicits a narrow-shouldered shrug, her expression growing somewhat distant, bittersweet as she looks back over the sea. "I'm... better." Better than yesterday, that the last few days before, and worse than when the season began, but she's learning to take things one day at a time. "It was a... a difficult season." She assumes that he's heard about Adam and Peter, that he knows of the disasters they've endured.
Lowering herself down to the sand, Amalia begins to collect the shells and small stones in the sand around her, absently sorting them into piles by color. "Safrin came to visit me. After... everything. She gave me some important perspective. Ludo, too."
she ran to the lighthouse, hoped that it would help her see
she saw that the lighthouse had been washed out to sea
