He nods, already preparing to depart - the God of Life is tolerant of the Shield in her current state only because she has appeared to him without a fever - but the question from his chosen one has him pausing, on his toes on the wall of the shrine. ”Oh, that?” Vi doesn’t touch her, not with the unknown pressing in on all sides, but he does reach out and flick his wrist. As if on demand, great pale wings spread from Amalia’s shoulders, reminiscent of a shift that she has long given up.
”Changes will come upon you, Amalia Chandrakant. Do not be alarmed by them, but rather embrace them with all the faith and trust you can muster. You are destined for great things, but whilst time moves quickly on us, this is not something to be rushed.” At least not until Vi says so. And currently? He does not say so.
”Changes will come upon you, Amalia Chandrakant. Do not be alarmed by them, but rather embrace them with all the faith and trust you can muster. You are destined for great things, but whilst time moves quickly on us, this is not something to be rushed.” At least not until Vi says so. And currently? He does not say so.
VI
