Amalia
THE SHIELD OF SAFRIN
I THINK IT'S BEAUTIFUL HOW A STAR'S LIGHT
It is a long time since you prayed directly to Frey, your attention being more occupied by Safrin and Ludo of late. She remembers keenly her last direct encounter with the herald, the strange and bewildering journey through time in the shadow of the Spire, the day the world changed.travels the universe long after it dies
Still she comes today with likely more confidence than Rexanna. That their Queen is an Ascended has never failed to irk Amalia, promises of nonbiased leadership aside; now she stands in capacity of Hand just behind the Penumbra, arms across her narrow chest, watching quietly. A nod is offered in return to the smile, the keen black eyes quickly returning to the shrine. As Rexanna prays aloud Amalia adds her own silent invocation:
Frey, please help us protect our people against the monsters the Voice has made, that we might come out of LongNight stronger, safe in the light of Rae's child, the Spark Bird.
that's what I want to be in this world —
SOMEONE WHOSE LIGHT LINGERS AFTER I'M GONE
