Amalia
the shield of safrin
It isn't Amalia's first foray into the elemental storms, though her last one had yielded little by way of answers, and much by way of entirely unexpected family reunions and injury. This time she's appropriately wary, touching Deimos' elbow reassuringly before flicking her chin to her shield. "Earth or air?" the girl murmurs, figuring he'd know better which one will be of use. "I'll watch the back. Be careful." A final squeeze and she steps aside, letting the others proceed.
Nova ready on her hip and her shield on her arm, Amalia settles into position at the back of the group, Jyoti flying just above, shedding starlight as they go. She misses when her eyes are keener but for now this will have to do.
Amalia asks Deimos to put earth or air magic in her shield, then takes the rear and keeps an eye on the area around them. Jyoti casts light.
Nova ready on her hip and her shield on her arm, Amalia settles into position at the back of the group, Jyoti flying just above, shedding starlight as they go. She misses when her eyes are keener but for now this will have to do.
Amalia asks Deimos to put earth or air magic in her shield, then takes the rear and keeps an eye on the area around them. Jyoti casts light.
we drink the poison our mind pours for us
and wonder why we feel so sick
and wonder why we feel so sick
