AmaLIa
shield of safrin
We can't just leave them here! Angry, desperate to do something right, to save someone, Amalia scarcely registers Ronin's hands on hers. She's reaching for the small, dead child, for the man, for anything she can salvage of this disaster-
-And then a voice comes from the dark, and the Shield's head snaps up.
A boy, too young to be out alone, too young to see any of this. The Shield glances over at Ronin, knowing this may well be a trick and not caring despite it. Scrambling to her feet, Amalia steps forward, bringing luxere and qilin light closer to the child and reaching to take his hand, to pull him close to her. "Of course- of course we will. It's going to be okay. We'll get you somewhere safe."
-And then a voice comes from the dark, and the Shield's head snaps up.
A boy, too young to be out alone, too young to see any of this. The Shield glances over at Ronin, knowing this may well be a trick and not caring despite it. Scrambling to her feet, Amalia steps forward, bringing luxere and qilin light closer to the child and reaching to take his hand, to pull him close to her. "Of course- of course we will. It's going to be okay. We'll get you somewhere safe."
you can't choose what stays
and what fades away
and what fades away
