Amalia
the shield of safrin
The hel settles comfortably into her arms despite its size, sending to her mind a smattering of images and emotions: a storm, a tree, pain, fear, hope. "It's okay," Amalia murmurs soothingly, running her fingers gingerly down the injured wing. As she does a breeze picks up, wrapping affectionately around the trio, warm and soothing as it knits together delicate, broken bone.
She glances at Milo when she's done, blinking as though she's forgotten that he's there. "I think she'll be okay now," Amalia replies with a smile, raising her arm for the hel to balance upon as it tests out its repaired limb. "You were right- she got caught in a storm and throw into a tree."
She glances at Milo when she's done, blinking as though she's forgotten that he's there. "I think she'll be okay now," Amalia replies with a smile, raising her arm for the hel to balance upon as it tests out its repaired limb. "You were right- she got caught in a storm and throw into a tree."
you drew memories in my mind
i could never erase
you painted colors in my heart
i could never replace
