I sailed seas of emotion to wander a forest of scars
I am a dance of light and darkness, a galaxy of shadow and stars
I am a dance of light and darkness, a galaxy of shadow and stars
She may not be subtle, but she is successful, rather unexpectedly so. Feeling somewhat pleased by her sleuthing, Amalia tries very hard not to look too eager as the next string of questions leaves her lips. "What's it like? Stormbreak, that is. I have a friend-" Breaking off abruptly, Amalia frowns, her gaze dropping down to the snow. Is Finn her friend? Does he hate her for leaving? Was it all a ploy? "I... that is, I've met a couple other people from Stormbreak. But they didn't tell me much." Significantly more subdued now, the Shield shrugs.
Amalia flushes at his wink, though she does her best to hide it. "He must have meant his husband, Remi," the Shield automatically assumes. Whatever suspicions she may have about her own state, the girl is not ready to call herself a demigod, not until it's something she feels that she's earned.
The extended hand can't be denied. Adjusting her own burdens the girl offers hers in turn, the fur-backed appendage soft yet cold. "Amalia. Chandrakant," the Shield replies, searching his face for recognition.
Amalia flushes at his wink, though she does her best to hide it. "He must have meant his husband, Remi," the Shield automatically assumes. Whatever suspicions she may have about her own state, the girl is not ready to call herself a demigod, not until it's something she feels that she's earned.
The extended hand can't be denied. Adjusting her own burdens the girl offers hers in turn, the fur-backed appendage soft yet cold. "Amalia. Chandrakant," the Shield replies, searching his face for recognition.
Amalia
