Amalia
the shield of safrin
Amalia doesn't need to turn around to know who stands behind her: she can hear him, smell him, sense him there as surely as she knows herself. Letting the wooden sword fall to her side, she turns to Deimos with a chagrined smile. "I was just... trying it out."
Swinging the not-blade over her shoulders, Amalia drapes her arms across it. "Besides, I... I'm not very good." Her bare feet shuffle in the cold dirt, kicking a stray rock. "As you saw. I've never used swords, really."
Swinging the not-blade over her shoulders, Amalia drapes her arms across it. "Besides, I... I'm not very good." Her bare feet shuffle in the cold dirt, kicking a stray rock. "As you saw. I've never used swords, really."
everything that drowned me
taught me how to swim
taught me how to swim