Amalia
the shield of safrin
I met twins.
Amalia doesn't need any more explanations, thought the flood of images that fill her mind from Astra do confirm her suspicions. Awe washes over her slender face, dark eyes widening in wonderous delight. "Rae." She has never known anyone to have met the elusive gods, and a myriad of questions bubble to her lips, eager to be asked and answered.
It takes all of her self-control not to overflow. Eagerly the girl nods, soaking in the snippets of information and sorting them in her mind. "How many lilies have you found now? And have you spoken to Tanau?" Focus, Amalia, do not ask what their voices sounded like, what they said about the world. Do not drown in pious adoration, or let your envy bubble and twist. "Did they say anything about the Ascended, Loren? Will... will the cure work on them?" A stab of insecurity on this topic, but it is one that needs to be broached.
Inhaling deeply, Amalia watches as Loren continues to make tea. "Loren... I didn't come here alone." Shuffling her bare toes over one another, Amalia bites the inside of her lip. "Remi and Ronin came, too. They want the metal Tanau gave you." The men are waiting outside, in fact, along with Morgan. Amalia had asked for a chance to speak to the Firebrand before they resorted to aggression, and now she sits, looking expectantly at the Firebrand, her expression frank and resigned.
Amalia doesn't need any more explanations, thought the flood of images that fill her mind from Astra do confirm her suspicions. Awe washes over her slender face, dark eyes widening in wonderous delight. "Rae." She has never known anyone to have met the elusive gods, and a myriad of questions bubble to her lips, eager to be asked and answered.
It takes all of her self-control not to overflow. Eagerly the girl nods, soaking in the snippets of information and sorting them in her mind. "How many lilies have you found now? And have you spoken to Tanau?" Focus, Amalia, do not ask what their voices sounded like, what they said about the world. Do not drown in pious adoration, or let your envy bubble and twist. "Did they say anything about the Ascended, Loren? Will... will the cure work on them?" A stab of insecurity on this topic, but it is one that needs to be broached.
Inhaling deeply, Amalia watches as Loren continues to make tea. "Loren... I didn't come here alone." Shuffling her bare toes over one another, Amalia bites the inside of her lip. "Remi and Ronin came, too. They want the metal Tanau gave you." The men are waiting outside, in fact, along with Morgan. Amalia had asked for a chance to speak to the Firebrand before they resorted to aggression, and now she sits, looking expectantly at the Firebrand, her expression frank and resigned.
you are slowly growing
but you are still growing
and that is enough
