AMALIA
you're staring at the sky
watching stars collide
"What was your price?" she questions gently, watching sidelong as the bold man stumbles, his fingers rising to his throat. Amalia is not uncaring, but she is endlessly curious, intrigued by the stories that make her world and the people who live within. "Was it worth it?"watching stars collide
Even if Jyoti had not emerged, the girl's fury may have been tempered by Ianto's soft reply. Arms crossed across her chest, she glares at him through narrowed eyes, listening intently to his explanation, empathetic yet still on edge. Jyoti settles atop her shoulder, draped like a scarf on the girl's neck, her starlit gaze far softer than her companion's stare. She trills and coos at the fox's story, pressing her soft nose coaxingly on Amalia's cheek. The loneliness, the aching isolation of which he speaks...
Amalia sighs and lets her arms drop, one hand rising up to run fitfully through her tawny hair "I'm sorry." Black eyes meet blue, sincere but still guarded, not quite willing to fully forgive. "How long have you been here? Are there no others, um, our size?
Jyoti rises from her shoulder, moving closer to inspect the man. "It's been a stressful couple days." A rueful smile, weary and resigned, apology written in the curving lines. "All I wanted was to build relationships with the Fae, to be good neighbors and learn about their ways. I had not anticipated being thrown in a pit."
