AMALIA
save some love for yourself, my dear
The goddess appears, draped in gold and sitting against the panes of glass. She is beautiful as Amalia has ever seen her, even tucked against herself, and the Shield cannot help the reverent affection that swells within her at the sight. Where do you go, during LongNight? She has always assumed it to be outside the bubble, but of course that is impossible- and now she knows that the longest night spares no inch of Caido's soil.
The fae, their deceased Warchief (a squeeze of remorse; Amalia had felt a great deal of respect for the prickly chieftess, their many differences aside), and more lost queens. Shaking her head, the snow leopard rises, padding closer to where Safrin sits. She is. Deimos blames himself, but... it's the Voice's fault, and nobody else's. If not for her there would be no monsters to begin with, and we wouldn't have needed to protect our people year after year. Vehement and angry, the girl lets a snarl curl for a moment at her lips.
Sitting back down on the now-cool floor, the leopardess looks back up the her goddess. We have a new Queen. My sister, Evie. She's... never been close to the Gods, but she's good, and knows not to trust the Voice.
The fae, their deceased Warchief (a squeeze of remorse; Amalia had felt a great deal of respect for the prickly chieftess, their many differences aside), and more lost queens. Shaking her head, the snow leopard rises, padding closer to where Safrin sits. She is. Deimos blames himself, but... it's the Voice's fault, and nobody else's. If not for her there would be no monsters to begin with, and we wouldn't have needed to protect our people year after year. Vehement and angry, the girl lets a snarl curl for a moment at her lips.
Sitting back down on the now-cool floor, the leopardess looks back up the her goddess. We have a new Queen. My sister, Evie. She's... never been close to the Gods, but she's good, and knows not to trust the Voice.
