Amalia
I sat with my anger long enough
The ease with which Nephele responds to her presence sets the Shield somewhat on edge, not anticipating this level of laissez-faire while her own mind is a whirlwind. Like a cat the fae extends upon a sunlit rock, the scene idyllic under other circumstances, a halcyon moment Amalia cannot savor.
"Very well." Stepping barefoot to the bank, Amalia approaches Nephele. She does not squat or bend, will not insult the woman like that. "I made a mistake. I never should have agreed to allow your mission of vengeance. Not at the cost of life." Life, as malformed as it may be. Remi's anger springs to her mind, and it is all she can do to keep from wincing.
"I know it was you who killed that Ascended and sent his body to the open lands. That you attacked Nate in Torchline. I haven't told anybody, but if you continue down your path of violence know that I will do all I can to stop you."
"Very well." Stepping barefoot to the bank, Amalia approaches Nephele. She does not squat or bend, will not insult the woman like that. "I made a mistake. I never should have agreed to allow your mission of vengeance. Not at the cost of life." Life, as malformed as it may be. Remi's anger springs to her mind, and it is all she can do to keep from wincing.
"I know it was you who killed that Ascended and sent his body to the open lands. That you attacked Nate in Torchline. I haven't told anybody, but if you continue down your path of violence know that I will do all I can to stop you."
until she told me her real name was grief
