[PQ] Riddle Me This

She's imperfect, but she tries She is good, but she lies She is hard on herself She is broken and won't ask for help Well. Amalia cannot help but laugh as Caiside guesses her riddle, burying her red face in her hands at how poorly she has made her point. At least nobody else gets their right, either, though Sam comes the closest to guessing the smith's. It does not surprise her that Jigano knows them all, his easy answering of every challenge consistent with her expectations of the man. Grinning ruefully, she nods her head when Jigano says her answer. The next challenge is... strange. Amalia follows Jigano warily as he walks to the table full of statues, listening with a weary frown and lifting up the bear. She is tempted to complain to the bard's retreating back, and if they were alone she might, asking what on earth any of this had to do with being an adequate loreseeker. Instead she simply sighs, reaching up to scratch Jyoti who has come to rest upon her shoulder, and turns to face her companions bemusedly. "This one might be west, because it could be talking about the sunset, if you think abstractly, but..." she shrugs, reaching for the next statue, the golden dragon. "And this one is east, maybe? Vi, but I don't know." a m a l i a She is messy, but she's kind She is lonely most of the time She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie She is gone, but she used to be mine