the waters are sleeping

Amalia She reaches into the water with her mind, coaxing small guppies to come and nibble on her toes and smiling as they do. Pulling some of the bread from her pack, she tears off a piece to offer to Remi before scattering small crumbs to the waiting sea life. "On becoming king here- or whatever they call it. Governor?" She shrugs; it's all the same to her. Tilting her head to look at the man, Amalia raises up a hand to shield her eyes from the bright sun. "I was surprised," she admits. "After everything in the Grounds, and after... I wouldn't have expected you to want this. Being in charge. Responsibility" There's no judgment in her voice, just curiosity. "What made you do it?" reach for the stars: but child, first recognize the constellations of light you already carry inside you