Amalia
the shield of safrin
There's something in the firm way he says the single word that sets Amalia back on her heels, causing her to blink in a quelled surprise. Caught up as she is in her own riotous emotions, she hadn't anticipated anything but compliance from the man. Now her temper oscillates between flaring and faltering, not sure if she ought to shake him and demand his compass or simply let it go. That he has a personal stake in this - that he's made choices that have cost him dearly - are not lost on the Shield, but gods if it isn't frustrating to feel helpless once again.
In the end Amalia does deflate, her volatile temper giving wat to a tired determination. Stepping forward toward the ocean, the girl is quiet for a long time before she speaks again. The fire dims, her hair returning to its normal color, thorns subsiding as the Shield takes a slow and measured breaths. "Okay," she says, closing her eyes, her alto voice exhaled out like smoke. "I'll help you. Of course I'll help you."
Opening her eyes again, Amalia turns to look over her shoulder at Finn. "So what's the plan?"
In the end Amalia does deflate, her volatile temper giving wat to a tired determination. Stepping forward toward the ocean, the girl is quiet for a long time before she speaks again. The fire dims, her hair returning to its normal color, thorns subsiding as the Shield takes a slow and measured breaths. "Okay," she says, closing her eyes, her alto voice exhaled out like smoke. "I'll help you. Of course I'll help you."
Opening her eyes again, Amalia turns to look over her shoulder at Finn. "So what's the plan?"
you drew memories in my mind
i could never erase
you painted colors in my heart
i could never replace
