[SE] brighter flames

amalia chandrakant there is a color that shines through your skin Like the moon on the wind Met twice and yet here is Amalia, the very last to know. Huffing slightly (but really- where had she been? What had she been doing? What else did she miss?) the Shield shakes her head, taking the chives from Deimos and depositing them in the dirt. That he's a leopard as well soothes her nerves slightly, the bright ember of Attuned kinship kindling fondly in her breast. But then there is the second part, and her spirits waver again. "He lives in Halo?" Of course he does- he has a council position. Still Amalia's fingers tremble with a sudden, painful dread. Halo is dangerous, Halo is far, and what if she never sees the Harpy again? Or what if something happens and there is nothing she can do, no way to protect her, doomed to lose another one she loves? She can feel her heart rate rising, her breath catching. Inhaling deeply, Amalia tries to push away her fear, to bury it below the earth with the roots of the young chive. "We should have them for dinner before we leave," she murmurs shakily, turning to Deimos with a weak smile. "Make sure he's good enough for Kia." the night is full on behalf or your evaded mask And the rings round your eyes

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