AMALIA
save some love for yourself, my dear
Are any relationships like that, for mortals? Planets and stars, cosmos and gravity- they're ideals Amalia has never seen reflected in reality. Her grandfather was dead before she was born, and her mother... well. Vi alone knows what was going through her head, when she fell in with the infamous Wordsworth patriarch.
As for Amalia and Deimos... well. As with most things in her life, the Shield doesn't know.
But Safrin? Vi? For them Amalia is a satellite, falling ever back into their orbits. Sighing as the goddess reclaims her ears for scratches, the leopardess closes her dark eyes. You're right. Not an acquiescence so much as an understanding of the truth, that the gods know better than she ever could. And truth be told, the Shield already knows this: that what she did, what Nephele did, is wrong.
And the Order? And their war? The man said that Vi... that they wanted to stop a war before it began. How?
As for Amalia and Deimos... well. As with most things in her life, the Shield doesn't know.
But Safrin? Vi? For them Amalia is a satellite, falling ever back into their orbits. Sighing as the goddess reclaims her ears for scratches, the leopardess closes her dark eyes. You're right. Not an acquiescence so much as an understanding of the truth, that the gods know better than she ever could. And truth be told, the Shield already knows this: that what she did, what Nephele did, is wrong.
And the Order? And their war? The man said that Vi... that they wanted to stop a war before it began. How?
