the waters are sleeping

Amalia She waits for his response with quietly baited breath, not sure what to expect from the man who has changed so much in so little time. And honesty, his response frustrates her, causes her to clench her jaw and tense her toes beneath the water. Because of all the things he could have said, this one sounds the most like an excuse. "Maybe you didn't ask for it in so many words," she replies slowly, voice measured but underscored in frustration, "But honestly, Remi? You came to Caido and made it your own. You prayed to our gods and gained their gifts. You traded with Ludo, and were chosen in ways many of us have never hoped to dream." There's bitterness in her voice, loneliness, failure: but steel and iron, too. "You didn't just... just stumble into being chosen. It wasn't random. Your actions led to all of it. You belong to the Old Gods as much as any of us do- more than most of us." With a deep sigh she furrows her brows, hands clenching and unclenching over her bare thighs. Dropping her head, Amalia looks away from Remi, licking at her lips. "You don't have to help me with this, Remi. But don't say you didn't pick a side, when you have from the beginning." reach for the stars: but child, first recognize the constellations of light you already carry inside you