she had magic in her eyes even the stars envied
Bobbing on her back, Amalia listens to Remi's side of things with something like disbelief. She doesn't know shit about relationships, but she knows enough about Loren to know how terrible an idea that was. He... mentioned that, the otter admits, squeaking sympathetically. But for making stupid decisions and regretting them immediately after? At least you didn't lead him into a dungeon to rescue a tulmhainar that then died anyway, managing to get a goddess and your friend horribly sick in the process. And leading to said goddess asking you to kill her, if she didn't recover again. It is her first time telling anyone about Safrin's request, the weight of it far lesser now that the goddess is well. Still, though, it hangs over her: what if, what if, what if.
Describing the oasis is much more pleasant. Dipping back below the water, Amalia tries to send images of what she's seeing through the attuned bond. It's a litte dark, but- oh! A spot of white light dashes ahead: a dreamfish, and like a bullet the otter sets off after it, net clutched tightly between her claws.
Describing the oasis is much more pleasant. Dipping back below the water, Amalia tries to send images of what she's seeing through the attuned bond. It's a litte dark, but- oh! A spot of white light dashes ahead: a dreamfish, and like a bullet the otter sets off after it, net clutched tightly between her claws.
