LOST LITTLE SOUL
05-22-2014, 07:26 PM
Athena took in Amalia's name with a nod, her split-tone eyes meeting her bright blue gems. "Athena Armada, Heir to Glaciem" she replied in turn. After she had said it, she felt both proud and a little silly for stating her title. There was really no reason to state that she was the Heir, but it rolled off of her tongue without a second thought. Athena could imagine the girl not in this emaciated state and saw something quite lovely there. From the russet that covered her face to the ivory that coated her body and even her eyes that were more blue than any she had noticed before. She was tiny compared to herself, but Athena found that strangely adorable. Usually anyone as slight and seemingly helpless as Amalia appeared to be would appear weak in the princess's eyes, but instead she wanted, in a way, to help Amalia return to how she must have looked before life took a turn for her. "You don't have to run off so quickly," she heard herself saying, the words falling from her mouth without her really considering them. "You could stay here, be a part of Glaciem. I'd look after you." What was she saying? She hardly knew anything about this fea. In fact, she only knew her name and that her eyes were captivating. This could be a terrible mistake, but something told her it wasn't. Speech Thought Others |
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