AMALIA
you're staring at the sky
watching stars collide
For once Amalia does not push. My freedom is something she can relate to, yet at the same knows she does not understand. Instead she falls silent, her steps lining up with his, leisurely and languid, for the moment conflict-free. They have navigated their differences without much lasting abrasion to respect or pride - a minor miracle, all things considered, and one she is content not to question too close.watching stars collide
She listens as he speaks, her dark eyes skirting the world, curious and ravenous as she takes in all she can see. There are mysterious wares, strange foods and scents, and the girl is entranced by all of it, a child in a candy shop. "Are you from Northaven, then?" she asks, half-distracted, assuming based on his declaration that a lot of us were here. "I know a few from there - like Ronin, and Remi."
Jyoti trills happily at the acknowledgment, exhaling starlight and swimming around him in hopes of inspiring scratches. "She is," Amalia replies wryly, smiling with fondness at the young whale. "There was a storm, and she fell out of the sky. I flew up to catch her, and when I did Delah said I could go free." She tilts her head thoughtfully, remembering that night. "But I couldn't leave my friends behind. So I stayed. I don't think Delah was very happy."
She stops beside Ianto, following his eyes to the children in the water. "Capturing the sun?" They seem to be having fun, whatever they are doing, and Amalia smiles as she watches them, remembering her own childhood playing similar games.
