A M A L I A
Amalia watches in rapt attention as the goddess builds mountains and seas from nothing, shaping a world she cannot begin to comprehend. Beautiful, perfect, teaming with life, it is nearly tangible in its creation, and the girl finds herself leaning in toward it, aching for that world which apparently waits on the other side of her cage. "It's beautiful," she breathes, her deep voice heavy with yearning. A slender hand raises up, as though to capture the moment, the image - but just as quickly as it appeared, the vision is gone, and Amalia is left grasping at nothing but empty air.
She is not the only one disturbed. The tone of the room shifts quickly; Amalia's outburst is met with thinly veiled hostility, and though the girl wants to hold onto her passion, it is difficult not to soften and wilt beneath the goddess's starlit gaze. But Amalia will not be quelled so easily, and though she falls back onto her heels, she does not give up on this newfound dream. "What things?"
