Amalia
the shield of safrin
"Dorian talks a lot," she replies flatly, still staring down at the lights of the town. The man had been charming, to be sure, but Amalia had found herself swiftly irritated by his use of prose and verbal games. Finn may still be a puzzle to her, and she may not have forgiven him fully for failing to reveal his alliance, but at least he's been straightforward to her. Seems to trust her, to an extent.
Finn decides to walk down to the beach, it seems, and Amalia falls in step beside him, her fingers curling and uncurling at her sides. The stars light the path well enough for her to see through shifted eyes, though she wonders if it isn't too dark for him, but he seems to make his way easily enough.
His question makes her pause, her feet pausing before she continues to walk the familiar trail. "The Voice brings them from their worlds," she answers softly, remembering Maea's shared information. "She makes copies of them... copies that work in Caido." A small frown pulls between her brows, eyes darting up to Finn. "Why?"
Finn decides to walk down to the beach, it seems, and Amalia falls in step beside him, her fingers curling and uncurling at her sides. The stars light the path well enough for her to see through shifted eyes, though she wonders if it isn't too dark for him, but he seems to make his way easily enough.
His question makes her pause, her feet pausing before she continues to walk the familiar trail. "The Voice brings them from their worlds," she answers softly, remembering Maea's shared information. "She makes copies of them... copies that work in Caido." A small frown pulls between her brows, eyes darting up to Finn. "Why?"
you drew memories in my mind
i could never erase
you painted colors in my heart
i could never replace
