Amalia
"She enjoyed teaching." A smile pulls at her lips, far-off and difficult to clearly defined, as though she is half-remembering something that happened to someone else. Amalia's mother had taught her many things, loathe as the girl had been to learn at times. "I know a little about medicine, but not very much. I spent most of my time learning to bake." A wry smile; perhaps is is the less useful skill, but it is the only one Amalia had patience for.
Amalia rises as the samples are packed away, turning with a nod to Phoebe. "Should be easy to find, now," she comments, shuddering a little at the memory of that unnaturally blue metallic leaf. Striding forward toward the Mathair, Amalia tilts her head. "So... You know Frey. Have you met the others?" She wants the conversation to be easier, on safer footing than the topics earlier broached.
Amalia rises as the samples are packed away, turning with a nod to Phoebe. "Should be easy to find, now," she comments, shuddering a little at the memory of that unnaturally blue metallic leaf. Striding forward toward the Mathair, Amalia tilts her head. "So... You know Frey. Have you met the others?" She wants the conversation to be easier, on safer footing than the topics earlier broached.
don't make a shadow of yourself, always shutting out the light
