[Mini Event] who tells your story

Amalia I took the stars from our eyes and I made a map I knew that somehow I could find my way back The bickering of Evie and Maea is lost upon Amalia, though as a hand slips into her the baker squeezes it gratefully, looking up at her friend with weary, troubled eyes. In the end, it does not matter: what matters is Rory, and Wessex, and the crumbling of the world she has built for herself as the wheel of change turns. First, there is Wessex. Every word from the older woman - a mentor, a friend, a surrogate mother - is a stab of guilt in Amalia's heart, and she feels them keenly, the child within her desperate to take it all back and retreat. No, no, no! she wants to cry, to sob, to reassure the tall Ascended who has seen her through too much... but she cannot. "I don't know," she murmurs hopelessly, knowing it is not enough. Wessex's departure is another stab, a cruel wound that the pious creature knows she must deserve. "Wessex-" and she raises a hand, half reaching for the retreating woman, but knows it is too late. She has drawn a line and has to stand behind it now, no matter how many fall away, no matter how much it hurts. Then, Rory. The wealth and depth of feeling in his eyes tells her all she needs to know, and she is sorry, so sorry, for the part she has played. She wishes she could tell him how much she hurts, how desperately she wants to see it, how devastating it is to know the world without being able to know it... but though her emotions play across her face, there are no words that pass her lips. When Evie drops her hand, she is cold. She nods, though, in response to Rory, though for once she is too tired and numb to find much solace in prayer. Still she drops her head and falls to her knees, a familiar action which soothes her somewhat: in a world where she knows nothing, at least she knows this. "Caido," the girl says aloud, invoking the oldest first, though he cannot hear. "Rae, Mort, Vi. Frey, Ludo... Safrin. Please. We are trying to do our best, but the world is changing around us. Come to us and guide us, that we might fulfill your wills. If we enter the Spire, will the barrier fall? If the barrier goes down, do we doom the world? If it stays up, do we doom ourselves? "Please, help your children to know what comes next." Why have you chosen the Outlanders over us? Over me? Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too So I stayed in the darkness with you