features appear somewhat
neutral, however laced with
that subtle joy she seems to
naturally emanate. “ how lovely
to see you again, lachlan. are
you fairing well ? ”
many are enamored by her mere presence, no matter the form, drawn in as if by an invisible tether.
it’s a regal aura—shrouded in mysteries yet to be known. orbs unlike that of any natural hue, a deep amethyst. ivory locks which practically glowed in any ——
⠀⠀⠀she appears unlike any other he's come across, not in any manner readily describable as strange, but in something far more ineffable; an almost otherworldly quality that impresses itself upon him with disarming immediacy. +̲
—— she wanted to help. He’s spoken of so fondly in the village, a hero and a friend to them. Did any of them know how hurt he truly was? She can’t imagine they did if no one had even thought to check in.
Amalthea was light on her feet, an elegance to her every move, but also an ability to move about without alarming others. It’s how she’s been ignored for so long. No one heard her passing though.
Not until. . . him.
She knew all too well how thoughts can consume ——
How had he not heard her enter? Walls so thick, so high, his own apprentice had been the only one, besides the looming dread he felt every time life expected him to remove that helmet, to catch him off guard. How had this maiden snuck in?
—— with her own hands. If she could at least eliminate the larger pieces, he would be free to move about.
But no matter what, she would not abandon him, just as he had not abandoned her. Even still, she would not push him towards discomfort.
Despite the commands, ——