make peace with your broken pieces
"I remember," Amalia replies with a smile, taking the candle that he offers and lighting it from his taper. The fire dances merrily, reflected in the Shield's dark eyes and she looks upon it, fingers cupped around the warming base. "When I went to see her, she came and comforted me even though I was sick. I'll never stop owing her a debt of gratitude, I think."
It is easier to talk about the goddess than about herself. Amalia leans over to put the candle in the water, using the action to avoid Ronin's question as she tries to think of an apt reply. "I... don't know," the Shield admits, letting the flickering light spiral out away from her fingers to join its brethren in the fountain. "Everything feels like a dream, still. Like I'm going to wake up back at home, before the Climb." Before everything, everything, changed.
Straightening up, Amalia begins to run her fingers through her hair, where fragrant star jasmine blooms. One by one she begins to pluck them, setting them in the water among the lights. "How about you? I heard the meeting was... eventful."
It is easier to talk about the goddess than about herself. Amalia leans over to put the candle in the water, using the action to avoid Ronin's question as she tries to think of an apt reply. "I... don't know," the Shield admits, letting the flickering light spiral out away from her fingers to join its brethren in the fountain. "Everything feels like a dream, still. Like I'm going to wake up back at home, before the Climb." Before everything, everything, changed.
Straightening up, Amalia begins to run her fingers through her hair, where fragrant star jasmine blooms. One by one she begins to pluck them, setting them in the water among the lights. "How about you? I heard the meeting was... eventful."
shield of safrin
