AMALIA
you're staring at the sky
watching stars collide
Continuing to watch Adam through thoughtful dark eyes, Amalia shrugs, not really sure how better to explain her relationship with her gods. "There is a lot of shit that's not good." Vi knows that she is aware of it, the cruelty of the world. And yet to the baker, the things that go wrong are not the god's fault. Caido has built a haven for life to survive, and it is the responsibility of those within to do their best with the gifts they have been given, the life of Vi and the nature of Rae and the loving afterlife of Mort. "But I try to do the best I can. To be a better version of myself. And I guess... I guess the idea that someone out there actually cares makes it easier, somehow."watching stars collide
Whether or not Amalia believes she ever will be good enough is not an easy question to answer. Thankfully, it is not the question being asked tonight.
"You've met Ludo." It gave him the horn after all, the one that currently sits on Amalia's counter. "Do you know much about the rest of our gods? Safrin and Frey, or the old ones, Vi and Rae and Mort?"
