Amalia
don't make a shadow of yourself, always shutting out the light
The Shield comes around to the bonfire as the evening draws dark, her path lit by the crimson staff she holds within her hand. The gathered crowd is both familiar (smiles and nods for Melita and Loren, a less familiar tilt of her head to Weaver) and surprising (quirked lips for Oliver, and a blinking overt suspicion for Joshua).
Quietly she finds a place to stand not so far from the latter, being sure to keep an eye on him lest he do something bizarre and uncalled for. But most of her attention is turned to Delphia, fascination and curiosity bright in her dark eyes. This event is new and fascinating to her, as anything to do with the Old Gods is.
Quietly she finds a place to stand not so far from the latter, being sure to keep an eye on him lest he do something bizarre and uncalled for. But most of her attention is turned to Delphia, fascination and curiosity bright in her dark eyes. This event is new and fascinating to her, as anything to do with the Old Gods is.
