this pair of wings worn and rusted from too many years by my side
Three paths. There's no way Amalia can protect them all, and already her mind is racing, trying to decide the best choice, the way to keep the most people safe. Seren surges towards the lights, and Arialla, too, and the Angel wants instinctively to follow - but that leaves two paths undefended, and Ronin is already following his child. Sunjata appears, too, climbing into branches, and though she may not agree with the man on many things, she knows he can hold his own.
So she sends a pulse of understanding to the Hunstman, her eyes on the path of stones. "Keep them safe," Amalia murmurs, squeezing his arm once more. "I'll see you on the other side."
And then she sets off with Falke and Mildew down the path of stones, Nova sheathed against her side and her shield thrown over her back.
Ama chooses the path of roots and stones
So she sends a pulse of understanding to the Hunstman, her eyes on the path of stones. "Keep them safe," Amalia murmurs, squeezing his arm once more. "I'll see you on the other side."
And then she sets off with Falke and Mildew down the path of stones, Nova sheathed against her side and her shield thrown over her back.
Ama chooses the path of roots and stones
