AmaLiA
the shield of safrin
His anger strikes like thunder on a cloudless day, causing the hair on her neck to straighten, bringing the Shield swiftly to attention. Tension thrums through her body, high alert and keen as she listens to her god. Sick, Tanau was sick, an effect of the metal - and this much she knows.
But that he had gone to find Caido, and instead encountered the Core? Amalia does not fully grasp the implications, but knows they must be vast.
"And now the Voice has it." The metal, a shard of the mysterious Core- a shiver courses down her spine, fear and anger bright in her voice. "She has metal from the Core, her machine has changed, and she even tried to Ascend an Attuned... she's growing stronger. Too strong."
Her throat is tight, but she swallows it down, the lump of vitriol and aggravation. She can see the places where she's made mistakes stretching ever back, a trail of errors that culminate in that first and worst one when she spoke the words that liberated the false god. For years Amalia has tried to atone for that sin; now she looks upon her god, her father, and knows that none of her mistakes matter. All that matters is moving forward.
"What would you have me do?"
But that he had gone to find Caido, and instead encountered the Core? Amalia does not fully grasp the implications, but knows they must be vast.
"And now the Voice has it." The metal, a shard of the mysterious Core- a shiver courses down her spine, fear and anger bright in her voice. "She has metal from the Core, her machine has changed, and she even tried to Ascend an Attuned... she's growing stronger. Too strong."
Her throat is tight, but she swallows it down, the lump of vitriol and aggravation. She can see the places where she's made mistakes stretching ever back, a trail of errors that culminate in that first and worst one when she spoke the words that liberated the false god. For years Amalia has tried to atone for that sin; now she looks upon her god, her father, and knows that none of her mistakes matter. All that matters is moving forward.
"What would you have me do?"
you're breaking your own heart
