and look for the stars as the sun goes down
each breath that you take has a thunderous sound
each breath that you take has a thunderous sound
Absently Amalia runs a hand through his mane, fingers pressing soothingly against the muscles of his neck. "Those bridges burned years ago, and she lit the first spark." Bitterness curls into the smoke of her voice, the alto tone hardening into a pained, rough line as Amalia considers the path that her relationship with the Wraith has taken. She clenches her fists against the pain anger, shaking her head and taking a breath. And though she very much wants to point out that Wessex probably doesn't need a reason to attack Loren, the Shield bites her tongue.
That they went to the Climb together, though? "What did you find?" Amalia asks, deeply curious, turning her dark eyes back to the lion. Her brows furrow at the next statement; "What makes you think it doesn't matter?"
As for her own misadventures? Amalia snorts. "I was. My sickness started coming back right as we arrived, and there were some near-accidents. We didn't find much besides the water - a cathedral of black stone, and some flowers. We were more focused on getting water back to the sick than really exploring."
That they went to the Climb together, though? "What did you find?" Amalia asks, deeply curious, turning her dark eyes back to the lion. Her brows furrow at the next statement; "What makes you think it doesn't matter?"
As for her own misadventures? Amalia snorts. "I was. My sickness started coming back right as we arrived, and there were some near-accidents. We didn't find much besides the water - a cathedral of black stone, and some flowers. We were more focused on getting water back to the sick than really exploring."
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