(Open) Paws upon the Stones of Many Colors

She's imperfect, but she tries She is good, but she lies She is hard on herself She is broken and won't ask for help Amalia cannot resist it: she glances pointedly at Gideon when he comments on Neos' outfit, raising an eyebrow at the man who has opted for strange formalwear in the Torchline heat. "Yes. He's dressed strangely." It's not that she doesn't agree with the Priest, it's just that she's found she takes a strange measure of amusement from ribbing him. And right now the Shield finds herself eager for entertainment in whatever form. As Neos continues to muse about things he has no knowledge of, Amalia has to bite her lip against a retort, not sure how best to respond. Again she looks to Gideon, certain that he's about to explain the recent change in her life. "The Heralds sometimes offer audience to those who are pious. I've encountered all of them, personally- I'm sure Gideon has as well. As a priest of the Old Gods." a m a l i a She is messy, but she's kind She is lonely most of the time She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie She is gone, but she used to be mine