make peace with your broken pieces
Amalia, too, is out tonight, taking in the strange and vivid city she has found herself a temporary denizen of. Since moving in with Ronin and Remi the Shield has quickly learned to re-evaluate her concept of personal space and quiet; needless to say, the hustle and bustle of Haulani is almost soothing, given the chaos that is frequently found in that house.
She is walking barefoot, wearing a dress of pale blue with the back cut open to leave space for her wings, tattoo glittering in the lantern light. Still a stranger to this place, the Shield hardly expects to see anyone she knows among the evening crowds - but then she does, easily recognizing the Star as she approaches from behind, surprise lighting her cheeks.
Not wanting to interrupt his process the Shield simply finds a seat beside him, the unlit candles sitting between them on the stone. "For Safrin?" Amalia asks softly, looking from the lights to her friend with a warm, curious smile.
She is walking barefoot, wearing a dress of pale blue with the back cut open to leave space for her wings, tattoo glittering in the lantern light. Still a stranger to this place, the Shield hardly expects to see anyone she knows among the evening crowds - but then she does, easily recognizing the Star as she approaches from behind, surprise lighting her cheeks.
Not wanting to interrupt his process the Shield simply finds a seat beside him, the unlit candles sitting between them on the stone. "For Safrin?" Amalia asks softly, looking from the lights to her friend with a warm, curious smile.
shield of safrin
