AMALIA
She wants the silence but fears the solitude
She wants to be alone and together with you
Born from dark water, daughter of the rain and snowAmalia nods her eager assent, though her face betrays some anxiety. Clothed in dark colors she is a contrast to her companion, deep green dress criss-crossed by a simple brown vest, the whole thing hidden beneath a midnight cloak - he mother's garments, once. In the light of the lantern her sun-kissed hair is darker, too, and where he shines like a beacon she is a pool, deep and still, observing the world through attentive, sable eyes.
Jigano's song is an alluring chorus, and Ludo's lantern compliments it beautifully. She lets the tall man take her hand, squeezing it lightly as he begins to sing, and with soft footsteps leads him deeper into the wood. Hers is a silent role, and she is content to listen to his song.
When they begin to appear, a current of fear at the dark night runs through her spine, unbidden yet unavoidable. Many are strangers, but here and there she picks out a familiar face, each another mark upon her heart. A brother, a daughter: each is a reminder of the toll they pay, the unavoidable and insatiable hunger of the darkness which plagues their home each year.
Giving Jigano's hand another squeeze, as much to reassure herself as him, Amalia swallows and continues to walk, the lantern swaying on the antler, causing light to dance among the trees.
Jigano's song is an alluring chorus, and Ludo's lantern compliments it beautifully. She lets the tall man take her hand, squeezing it lightly as he begins to sing, and with soft footsteps leads him deeper into the wood. Hers is a silent role, and she is content to listen to his song.
When they begin to appear, a current of fear at the dark night runs through her spine, unbidden yet unavoidable. Many are strangers, but here and there she picks out a familiar face, each another mark upon her heart. A brother, a daughter: each is a reminder of the toll they pay, the unavoidable and insatiable hunger of the darkness which plagues their home each year.
Giving Jigano's hand another squeeze, as much to reassure herself as him, Amalia swallows and continues to walk, the lantern swaying on the antler, causing light to dance among the trees.
