Amalia
a certain darkness is needed to see the stars
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Gideon's tone may be flat and easy, but the words irk Amalia just the same, her black eyes narrow as she eyes the Priest. "Enough to know who I belong to," the Angel counters sharply, though there's playful pride in the words. "Do you want a catalogue? Why- how many times have you?"
The edges in her voice soften then, the shadows cast by her halo growing less defined. Curiosity replaces confidence, obvious in the way she tilts her head, blinking at the older man. "You know so much about the rest of us, but... Who do you belong to, Gideon?"
She listens intently to the Priest's logic, a furrow to her brow. It's true, Gideon is eloquent and impassioned - the few sermons Amalia has attended prove all this in spades. But when it comes to people from outside Stormbreak? "There aren't temples in Torchline, or Halo as far as I know." She shifts, letting one bare leg dangle off the bench. "It's not enough to wait for people to come to you anymore. We have to go to them- to educate them. Many don't even know what they don't know."
She doesn't comment on the Ascended at the gate. Not yet. But her hands clench instinctively on the stone of the bench, and sadness flickers behind her eyes. "All the more reason to protect whoever we can."
The edges in her voice soften then, the shadows cast by her halo growing less defined. Curiosity replaces confidence, obvious in the way she tilts her head, blinking at the older man. "You know so much about the rest of us, but... Who do you belong to, Gideon?"
She listens intently to the Priest's logic, a furrow to her brow. It's true, Gideon is eloquent and impassioned - the few sermons Amalia has attended prove all this in spades. But when it comes to people from outside Stormbreak? "There aren't temples in Torchline, or Halo as far as I know." She shifts, letting one bare leg dangle off the bench. "It's not enough to wait for people to come to you anymore. We have to go to them- to educate them. Many don't even know what they don't know."
She doesn't comment on the Ascended at the gate. Not yet. But her hands clench instinctively on the stone of the bench, and sadness flickers behind her eyes. "All the more reason to protect whoever we can."
