Amalia
the shield of safrin
Quell a war without shedding a drop of innocent blood. If there was ever a way to appeal to Amalia surely it is this. More than veiled promises of things she dares not dream, more than finely applied fingers to an ever fragile ego, this has the Shield leaning forward, interest turning eyes like coal into burning embers. "How?"He hasn't clarified very much, not really, and Amalia can feel her head beginning to spin with the weight of unanswered questions. Sitting back with the tea still clenched, undrunk, between her hands, the Shield tries to make her thoughts into something comprehensible. "How do you intend to stop a war without bloodshed? And what role do you expect me to play? And people like me- do you mean Ronin? Remi? Who else?" Jigano, but he has gone off on an adventure, shirking duty as Amalia has so often dreamed of doing. Others who Amalia has not met, from the rest of the lands beyond the bubble?
someday we'll find what we're looking for
or maybe not
maybe we'll find something much greater
