the waters are sleeping

Amalia A territorial war, perhaps, but a moral one, too. "The fox hunts to survive, not just for sport," Amalia points out, once again shifting positions to pulled her knees up to her chest and rest her chin upon them. "It doesn't kill things just because it can. It does it because it must." There is innocence on both sides, something to which humans cannot boast. Her own smile is dim, replaced by a quiet resolution and determination. "Maybe it does," Amalia agrees softly. "But I'd rather be a pawn to the Old Gods than stand by and pretend to be blind and mute. I did that for a... A long time." Rubbing her wrist, Amalia sighs. "If we're just part of a game played by gods anyway... I'd rather be a knight than a pawn." reach for the stars: but child, first recognize the constellations of light you already carry inside you