Amalia
the shield of safrin
Biting down hard on her lip, Amalia nods her head tensely. Yes, she heard what he said, but it doesn't make her any less appalled by this revelation, that the Voice would try to steal away someone who she cares about. And more than that, an Attuned. Never before has she heard of one blessed by the Old Gods being corrupted.
If she can do that, well. The girl swallows her bile.
"All of it," Amalia clarifies, not rising from her seat, her dark eyes following the summoner as he clears the table and moves through his home. All of those questions and then more, that's what the Shield needs to know.
If she can do that, well. The girl swallows her bile.
"All of it," Amalia clarifies, not rising from her seat, her dark eyes following the summoner as he clears the table and moves through his home. All of those questions and then more, that's what the Shield needs to know.
she's just like the weather
can't hold her together
can't hold her together
