She slips into the gathering as announcements begin, a slender piece of sunlight on the Deepfrost day. Still unsure about Outlanders, it is the presence of Rory that draws Amalia in, overcomes her anxieties and convinces her this meeting may matter. Besides, Caido is sill her world, regardless of the massive influx of strangers and unknowns, rootless figures who glide on her earth and try to act as though they belong.
Some of them have even grown familiar. As Amalia enters the hall she spots Deimos standing nearby, the towering figure difficult to miss even in this gathering of fur-wrapped men. Quietly the girl slides up beside him, a nod and a smile offered to the man before her attention turns to Ronin, as the Outlander begins to speak- of fighting the Spire Monster, besting it, and the girl's heart clenches in her chest. Will doing so... free them? The Old Ones, her Old Ones, so long locked away?
The good news dies quickly, as good news does. Rory's voice is a dead weight, a heavy thud upon her ears, and the gasp Amalia utters in response seems loud enough to fill the room. Wessex is dead. Wessex, the Ascended, the ire-filled, her friend-
Wessex, who helped rebuild the bakery Amalia though was lost-
Wessex, who she cared about, when she cared about so few-
"No-!" Amalia exclaims quietly, her voice weak with shock. Dark eyes try to meetRory 's blue, to gain some assurance that it isn't true, can't be true. Hasn't the world taken enough from her? From them? Wessex knew better, had known better, than to taunt the demon of the Spire. Tears form in the girl's eyes; she clenches her fists, suddenly angry, boiling, alight with loss and indignant rage. If Ronin wants to fight the spire monster, the girl will do all she can to assist, weak and weary as she may be. She owes it to her Gods.
She owes it to her friend.
amalia chandrakant
Some of them have even grown familiar. As Amalia enters the hall she spots Deimos standing nearby, the towering figure difficult to miss even in this gathering of fur-wrapped men. Quietly the girl slides up beside him, a nod and a smile offered to the man before her attention turns to Ronin, as the Outlander begins to speak- of fighting the Spire Monster, besting it, and the girl's heart clenches in her chest. Will doing so... free them? The Old Ones, her Old Ones, so long locked away?
The good news dies quickly, as good news does. Rory's voice is a dead weight, a heavy thud upon her ears, and the gasp Amalia utters in response seems loud enough to fill the room. Wessex is dead. Wessex, the Ascended, the ire-filled, her friend-
Wessex, who helped rebuild the bakery Amalia though was lost-
Wessex, who she cared about, when she cared about so few-
"No-!" Amalia exclaims quietly, her voice weak with shock. Dark eyes try to meet
She owes it to her friend.
we might be hollow, but we're brave
