Safrin
"He does," Safrin agrees languidly. "But shining is not all there is." Amalia shines in her own way, but such isn't her future. One day she will blaze.
Smoothing down the pale fur that acts like an eyebrow above the leopardess's clear gaze, Safrin merely offers a coy smile. 'That is also because you've let yourself stop dreaming.' The goddess notes. "You watch the world around you grow and change, but you keep yourself tempered. Never the strongest, never the first...always there though. And always necessary." How many lives would have been lost with Amalia's aid? How many battles lost? Yet it wasn't her name written in the stars, not hers called to lead armies or cities.
"Shields, by definition, stay an arms-length away." Safrin says after a moment, a touch sadly. "But such is not your future, Amalia, even if your dreams are too small to realize it just now."
Smoothing down the pale fur that acts like an eyebrow above the leopardess's clear gaze, Safrin merely offers a coy smile. 'That is also because you've let yourself stop dreaming.' The goddess notes. "You watch the world around you grow and change, but you keep yourself tempered. Never the strongest, never the first...always there though. And always necessary." How many lives would have been lost with Amalia's aid? How many battles lost? Yet it wasn't her name written in the stars, not hers called to lead armies or cities.
"Shields, by definition, stay an arms-length away." Safrin says after a moment, a touch sadly. "But such is not your future, Amalia, even if your dreams are too small to realize it just now."
