Amalia
the shield of safrin
some birds sing when the sun shines bright
There are no platitudes, nor is there wrath. They don't know each other well enough for the former, and perhaps too well for the latter. "I didn't have enough for him," the Shield agrees simply, weariness weighing down her dark voice. She looks at the hand that still bears a wedding ring, frowning and pulling the band from her finger with a heavy sigh. "He needed more, and I already belonged to someone else."
But Amalia cannot quite bring herself to discard that last bond that ties them to one another. It slips into her pocket instead, even as the lines of her tattoo shimmer over her back.
At least Sunjata seems to be doing well. She continues building her lantern as he describes the last few days (weeks? Months? Time became a difficult thing to track, given their illness), a bittersweet smile betraying the mild envy she feels at his prosperity, his love. "It's been lonely," the Shield agrees, thinking of the eerily silent house that waits for her to return. "I hope they're enjoying themselves. They deserved a break."
Setting down the mostly-finished lantern, Amalia glances up at Sunjata, a thought causing her to worry her lip. "You know... I actually have a favor to ask you. Not, not for me, exactly," the girl is quick to clarify, raising up a hand. "But Frey asked me to imbue a unicorn horn with lightning, and given your new abilities..."
But Amalia cannot quite bring herself to discard that last bond that ties them to one another. It slips into her pocket instead, even as the lines of her tattoo shimmer over her back.
At least Sunjata seems to be doing well. She continues building her lantern as he describes the last few days (weeks? Months? Time became a difficult thing to track, given their illness), a bittersweet smile betraying the mild envy she feels at his prosperity, his love. "It's been lonely," the Shield agrees, thinking of the eerily silent house that waits for her to return. "I hope they're enjoying themselves. They deserved a break."
Setting down the mostly-finished lantern, Amalia glances up at Sunjata, a thought causing her to worry her lip. "You know... I actually have a favor to ask you. Not, not for me, exactly," the girl is quick to clarify, raising up a hand. "But Frey asked me to imbue a unicorn horn with lightning, and given your new abilities..."
our praise is not for them,
but the ones who sing in the dead of night
but the ones who sing in the dead of night
