[Training] True Colors

Amalia

she wants the silence but fears the solitude

she wants to be alone and together with you

She listens to his unraveling ideas, her own eyes wide with possibility. To manages storms, stop the fires... What good could she do for her home, with an ability like this? It makes her nearly itch for more, the potential dizzying. Healing the ground, growing plants, feeding families, easing pain-

Suddenly Amalia shakes her head, blinking rapidly and frowning. "I... I don't know. I do want to help, but where does it end?" Turning from Jigano she opens her palms, letting them float on top of the water. "First storms to water plants, but what about when someone wants them to fight off enemies? What about when I decide rain isn't enough? Or when people ask me why I didn't do more?" Safrin's words about the Voice's descent echo hauntingly in her mind, leaving her throat dry.

It would be so easy for her to reach for more, especially if people expected her to.

Turning back to Jigano, Amalia exhales. "I think... I don't want anyone to know. I'll do what I can to help with it, but... I can't have people expecting even more from me. I already feel like I'm letting them down." Rubbing the spot on her wrist where he'd once left a scar, she searches his face for understanding.

she ran to the lighthouse, hoped that it would help her see

she saw that the lighthouse had been washed out to sea