& oh, poor atlas - the world's a beast of a burden
Perhaps he doesn't realize the opening he's made, but Amalia capitalizes on it. Dropping her hand away from the instrument she turns to focus back on Finn. "A family member?" the Shield wonders, thinking of her grandmother's attempts to instill any musical ability within her as a youth. She still knows so little of him, like what the job is that causes him to travel through the realms of Caido, or why he does not seem to open except when music plays.
"Is it hard, being away from home so much?" Again the Shield turns to the guitar, looking up at it instead of at the man. A curious smile twists her lips, mirthless, more tired than anything else. "I think I would like to travel more. It feels like little holds me here, these days," she murmurs softly, as much to herself as him.
"Is it hard, being away from home so much?" Again the Shield turns to the guitar, looking up at it instead of at the man. A curious smile twists her lips, mirthless, more tired than anything else. "I think I would like to travel more. It feels like little holds me here, these days," she murmurs softly, as much to herself as him.
you've been holding on a long time
