AmaLIa
shield of safrin
The shifting colors surprises her further: it's a neat trick, one she's never seen in a human before. "What's it for?" she wonders aloud, reaching out half-distracted even as his hand retreats.
Dropping her hand back to her lap, Amalia leans back again. "I'm a little tired," the Shield admits, smiling ruefully below the bags beneath her eyes. "And not very good company. But... I'm glad you came to see me. Thanks, Amun."
Dropping her hand back to her lap, Amalia leans back again. "I'm a little tired," the Shield admits, smiling ruefully below the bags beneath her eyes. "And not very good company. But... I'm glad you came to see me. Thanks, Amun."
you can't choose what stays
and what fades away
and what fades away
