Amalia
the shield of safrin
Does she know Delphia better? Amalia shakes her head, biting her lip. "I've only met her once," she murmurs, "A long time ago. I promised to help her find souls, but..." Things happened. Life changed. Another task was left behind in the tides of constant change.
A little fondness comes into her face at the mention of Safrin and the owl, her eyebrow raising up a fraction at the memory of the bird's assault on Finn. "She must be fond of you," the girl says wistfully, though whether about goddess or bird is left vague. "So Safrin wanted you to know. Then she must want something done about it."
She begins to pace, turning from Finn, her mind racing- then something stops in her tracks. The anger that filled her earlier is nothing compared to this, fire dancing through her hair and down the length of her spine. "Nothing," Amalia repeats softly, fur spreading over her bare shoulders, the crown of thorns growing longer still. "Nothing. They want to stop a war, and yet they do nothing."
She's practically vibrating with frustration now, spinning in the sand to glare at Finn, her onyx eyes alight. "Wessex rules the Hollowed Grounds. The Ascended grow in number and strength. We can't do this alone." Hands clenched tightly into fists, the Shield feathers her jaw. "I need to talk to them. To this Eye. I need to go to Stormbreak, Finn. You need to take me."
A little fondness comes into her face at the mention of Safrin and the owl, her eyebrow raising up a fraction at the memory of the bird's assault on Finn. "She must be fond of you," the girl says wistfully, though whether about goddess or bird is left vague. "So Safrin wanted you to know. Then she must want something done about it."
She begins to pace, turning from Finn, her mind racing- then something stops in her tracks. The anger that filled her earlier is nothing compared to this, fire dancing through her hair and down the length of her spine. "Nothing," Amalia repeats softly, fur spreading over her bare shoulders, the crown of thorns growing longer still. "Nothing. They want to stop a war, and yet they do nothing."
She's practically vibrating with frustration now, spinning in the sand to glare at Finn, her onyx eyes alight. "Wessex rules the Hollowed Grounds. The Ascended grow in number and strength. We can't do this alone." Hands clenched tightly into fists, the Shield feathers her jaw. "I need to talk to them. To this Eye. I need to go to Stormbreak, Finn. You need to take me."
you drew memories in my mind
i could never erase
you painted colors in my heart
i could never replace
