[Training] All i know is this

Amalia

'Cause she's just like the weather
Can't hold her together
Born from dark water
Daughter of the r a i n and s n o w

She nods, knowing what it is to not have a choice. Not the way the Ascended didn't  - Amalia is not enslaved, beholden, turned into something that cannot escape no matter the whims of her heart. Rather, the Shield belongs to her Gods just as surely as the starchild does: not through the ties of blood and bone, but something deeper. Through a faith so unshakable it makes up the threads of her soul, serves as the canvas on which her life is painted, runs through the fabric of her dreams.

That Seren hasn't met the other heralds surprises Amalia somewhat; in her mind she had imagined visits at Safrin's side, or at least curiosity. But she shrugs it off, smiling lightly and shaking her blonde head. "I- I suppose not. I find that knowledge of all the Heralds has given me a greater understanding of their respective roles, but... for a long time I didn't know role as clearly as you do, I suppose." Sometimes it feels like she still doesn't. Amalia wasn't born into her blessings, after all.

Clearing her throat, the Shield looks back to the far horizon, her feet taking her a step closer as she eyes the endless sky. "I hope... any of this was helpful?" she murmurs, warmth creeping up her neck. "I'm sorry. I'm not as good at teaching as your father, and this whole... thing..." she gestures expressively between herself and Seren, "...is still new to me."