Archangelic

Amalya Amador silently stared from the palace balcony in Hanese, eyes settling upon those wandering in and out of the front gates. Pursing her lips in thought she considered the whispers she had heard previously from the lips of holy men - or at least the ones who considered themselves holy. A mighty yawn broke the silence, a single tear shed from the force of the exhalation of air.. followed by a murmur. "I should make my husband his lunch for tomorrow.. He'll be hungry after burning them down."

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Amalya heard the commotion from outside the tower, the mere glimpse of him in the square just the night prior. Nothing was said, there was no exchange but the gentle closing of the door. She nearly waited a decade, she could wait a little longer.

Amalya rested upon the windowsill of her "hidden" place of relaxation, eyes lingering outside of the stained glassed that was destroyed and now in dangerous pieces. Antonius did as he was asked by the Amador, visiting her the moment he got word from his brother, her mentor, her beloved - he never stayed long. She would be a white witch if she did not admit that she was jealous of such brothers and sisters, having received the most word from the missing Inquisitor Eternal, but not once to her.. but not once mentioned. "... When you get home, you're so dead." Amalya muttered with distain and some heartbreak, looking over to the books of nephilim she had been instructed to study in his absence. Planting thin soles upon the flooring she wandered over to the books that lingered, nails reaching forth to smooth over the leather that bound them, growling lowly with a trembling hand. "What is left..?"

Amalya found herself sitting within the library before the whispers became to apparent, leading her to once more find the missive sneakily posted upon the bulletin. Manicured hands curled into fists as she read such, holding her breath as teeth abused her bottom lip. Furrowing her brows with her glare she swiftly turned to return to her studies, smoothing her hair from her eyes as she looked upon the parchment she was peering at. "I've no time for games, I must focus on my studies..." The woman silently trailed off to herself before sighing, eventually resting her chin upon folded arms as her eyes lingered upon the small parcel that laid just across from her.

The herald sat comely in her burrow, staring onwards in silence. She eventually outstretched her arm, grabbing a longsword on the shelf. “It’s time to kill scum.” She muttered lowly, sauntering off.

Amalya silently read her favorite scripture after her teacher had discarded it properly, in between breaks of her essay writing. Eyes widened upon witnessing her name upon the parchment, nearly choking upon the apple she was chewing on as she settled it aside, sputtering some. "Wh- WHO-.. WHO TOLD-..." The Amador looked around then, becoming paranoid as sweat beaded upon her brow, inhaling a moment before muttering low. "... Who is watching us so closely..?"

Amalya Amador slowly put the pieces together that the Koeng angrily ripped apart within the tavern, scooting closer to the flames to be able to read such. Her devilish grin couldn't be hidden as she realized what was placed upon the parchment, barely able to contain her fits and giggles - forcing to silence herself by abusing her bottom lip with white teeth. "Oh.. this is TOO good.."

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A young elfess seated before a stool, one hand against a scrubby rock — it crashed back and forth against the edge of her blade, sharpening it so. Lilaeth brought the longsword into the air, cherishing it; she noticed the perfect edge, perfect enough to lacerate the head of elves. “This will do for the war.” She cooed, swiftly returning the blade to her sheathe and sauntering off.

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Praise be he, the Bboon.

Being the wife of a peasant in a village.