Amalia
she was afraid of heights
She can feel the consternation in Safrin's tone, acutely aware of each word and the implications behind them. This is Deimos' moment, his triumph; it is selfish for her to make this about herself, her hurt and her anger and the ways she feels lost. Like a chastised child Amalia frowns; "I understand," she replies softly, not meeting the goddess's eyes. "I'll give you space, Deimos. I'm sorry."
And without another word the girl shifts and takes to wing, flying a comfortable distance away to shield them all from her broken heart.
[Amalia out!]
And without another word the girl shifts and takes to wing, flying a comfortable distance away to shield them all from her broken heart.
[Amalia out!]
but she was much more afraid
of never flying
