& oh, poor atlas - the world's a beast of a burden
"I don't know if I'd go that far," Amalia replies wryly to the comment about Gideon, her feelings on the priest still somewhat muddled. She makes no answer to the prompt about Finn, simply nodding and glancing away. And then there is Amaris, who she has only met fleetingly and yearns to know more of.
Evidently Amalia has already encountered many of the Order members, whether intentionally or not.
They enter the office and the Shield is swiftly taken by the expansive, beautiful room. It feels loved and well-lived in, not unlike her bakery; "Oh," Amalia hums, a wistful smile on her face. "It's beautiful." And she means it, her bare feet padding on the floor as she goes to investigate shelves and books, dark eyes flickering from object to object in the rapt attention of the curious of soul.
Turning back to Seraphina, the Shield tilts her head. "Do you like it?" she asks suddenly, sincerely, her expression eager and open. "Being part of the Order? What they do? Is everyone in Stormbreak part of it, or do you choose?"
Evidently Amalia has already encountered many of the Order members, whether intentionally or not.
They enter the office and the Shield is swiftly taken by the expansive, beautiful room. It feels loved and well-lived in, not unlike her bakery; "Oh," Amalia hums, a wistful smile on her face. "It's beautiful." And she means it, her bare feet padding on the floor as she goes to investigate shelves and books, dark eyes flickering from object to object in the rapt attention of the curious of soul.
Turning back to Seraphina, the Shield tilts her head. "Do you like it?" she asks suddenly, sincerely, her expression eager and open. "Being part of the Order? What they do? Is everyone in Stormbreak part of it, or do you choose?"
you've been holding on a long time
