Amalia
the shield of safrin
"Charming personality, unspeakably good looks, boundless generosity, countless creative talents... You're truly remarkable, you know that, Dei?" There's a genuine awe and unabashed admiration in her alto voice, all playful pretence dropped for a moment in favor of open ardor. A man far greater than the sum of his parts, and each of those worth their weight in gold.
And she, a smattering of distant stars, content to glitter in eternal orbit of that great silver moon.
They make their way further inland, coming now to the banks of a small pool. While the Sword draws short the Shield continues, dropping down to observe the life that teems within this confined space. Robust, colorful, diverse and strange: the feels a keen sense of comradarie with it, herself being born trapped by the tides.
Trapped until the turn of the world- until the arrival of him.
Turning her smile up to meet his, Amalia replies with ready mischief, a light in her dark eyes. "I suppose she would have to catch her first-" the only warning before she is mobile, springing lightly across the pool and toward the opposite shore.
And she, a smattering of distant stars, content to glitter in eternal orbit of that great silver moon.
They make their way further inland, coming now to the banks of a small pool. While the Sword draws short the Shield continues, dropping down to observe the life that teems within this confined space. Robust, colorful, diverse and strange: the feels a keen sense of comradarie with it, herself being born trapped by the tides.
Trapped until the turn of the world- until the arrival of him.
Turning her smile up to meet his, Amalia replies with ready mischief, a light in her dark eyes. "I suppose she would have to catch her first-" the only warning before she is mobile, springing lightly across the pool and toward the opposite shore.
i belong to you
the way the stars belong to the moon
the way the stars belong to the moon
