Amalia
the shield of safrin
She smiles as he forgives her, relaxing some of the tension that holds her shoulders tight. "I think you give yourself too much credit," the girl counters flatly, her smile a little warmer now. The expression grows serious at his question, Amalia looking away from Loren and towards the flickering fire. "I'm well- we finished the Old God's cure, thank Vi. It's why I'm in Halo, actually. On my way back from the Climb." The tension between their roles in the pair of cures hangs uncut in the air, but it isn't something Amalia particularly wants to broach now.
Instead she exhales a wry sigh, turning back to Loren with a tired smile. "Actually... I was hoping you could do me a favor. I have a task, from Frey, and I need a unicorn horn." Fully expecting some quip about her history of discomfort around the deity, Amalia raises a hand. "I met their Nature aspect. You were right - I misjudged them."
Instead she exhales a wry sigh, turning back to Loren with a tired smile. "Actually... I was hoping you could do me a favor. I have a task, from Frey, and I need a unicorn horn." Fully expecting some quip about her history of discomfort around the deity, Amalia raises a hand. "I met their Nature aspect. You were right - I misjudged them."
she's just like the weather
can't hold her together
can't hold her together
