Amalia
the shield of safrin
He doesn't sit and she doesn't begrudge him, tucking her knees against her chest as she stares out at the waves. The weight of what he's said is settling on her fully now, pressing against Amalia's shoulders in a heavy, comfortless weight. "Then I can speak to Remi and Ronin," she agrees quietly, but loud enough to be heard over the press of the sea. "And maybe... Vi will want to hear about this. Or Safrin, at the least. They can offer more guidance."
She's found a stick from some distant shore, still with its bark, and now begins to strip it down, exposing the soft white wood within. "First we should go back to the Climb," Amalia muses, looking at the tunneled patterns that stretch delicately through the wood. "See if the cure is ready. Are you- did you need any water?"
She's found a stick from some distant shore, still with its bark, and now begins to strip it down, exposing the soft white wood within. "First we should go back to the Climb," Amalia muses, looking at the tunneled patterns that stretch delicately through the wood. "See if the cure is ready. Are you- did you need any water?"
you drew memories in my mind
i could never erase
you painted colors in my heart
i could never replace
