#if you didn't see i did just do a little writeup of her da verse!

[lahorreur]

fear, when embraced, hardens and sharpens.

how little amira knows as to why her kins words strike a dagger into the truth of her soul. on the surface , yes , the former tevinter slave understands. all she can remember is fear. the chains wrapped tight around ones heart ── gods forbid you make a mistake , step out of line. she doesn't understand just how sharp and bloodthirsty she'd become. what whispers she'd heard. what psalms sang from her throat of how the blood baptizes. fear , she thinks to herself , readies you to be forged into a weapon.

they stand amongst the battlements , days after amira had finally woken up from whatever had knocked her unconscious in the first place. no conversations led to any proper recollection of what had transpired prior. frustrating to say the least. " and it breeds hate. lets it fester an infection until it's all you can feel. " of course she's speaking from experience. it was quite obvious in the way she avoided the mage upstairs. the once priestess looks to @dreadwo1f. unwilling to say that she was grateful in this moment that she wasn't being left alone. that would mean admitting to a fear , how apt , that there was something within her waiting in the dark recesses , scratching at the walls to remind her it was just biding time before returning. fingers wrap around her wrists , rubbing the skin before being forced to lace in front of her. " are we both speaking from experience ?? or am i being lectured on the matter ?? "