AMALIA
you're staring at the sky
watching stars collide
"A wild Fae?" Amalia repeats, curiosity pulling a small frown between her eyebrows. "Would she teach anyone else?" The Fae she has met so far have been anything but receptive to sharing knowledge of their ways, the one thing the girl desperately craves. The stranger's openness is more than she expected, and for a moment the baker regrets being so vague. But there is still something unsettling about him, a quality Amalia cannot place. Guard still up, she shakes her head, thinking back to her attempts to have her companions released. "I think they are waiting until they speak to the, uh, tulmhainar." Her voice trips slightly over the word, though a pleasant smile lingers upon the girl's lips as she remembers fondly her experience with the creature, old and knowledgeable and eager for stories.watching stars collide
The extended arm is met with some hesitation, but Amalia slips hers reluctantly within, slightly stiff within his hold. "What thing?" she questions warily, casting him a sidelong glance. As they begin to walk, an inky beak emerges from her bag, a plume of starlight filling the air beside them, accompanied by a playful trill.
