meet me where the falling stars live
Amalia does not expect the littany of unfamiliar names that Loren spouts. Stopping a moment in her effort to free the badger, the qilin arcs her neck around to blink back at her friend. Oia'i'o and Kai? Her mental voice hovers somewhere between bemusement and reverence. How many are there? Are any- do you know of any are the chosen of V
His gentle tug brings her back to reality. Pulsing apology Amalia begins once more to draw Loren from the dirt, which seems to have rather impressively embedded itself into the badger's fur- though the admission about Frey almost makes her stop again. Really? a little bit scandalized, the qilin has to hold back her shock and fluster at the memory of her last encounter with the being. Do you... I mean, do they... Why?
His gentle tug brings her back to reality. Pulsing apology Amalia begins once more to draw Loren from the dirt, which seems to have rather impressively embedded itself into the badger's fur- though the admission about Frey almost makes her stop again. Really? a little bit scandalized, the qilin has to hold back her shock and fluster at the memory of her last encounter with the being. Do you... I mean, do they... Why?
i will wait for you all day and night
