the waters are sleeping

Amalia She looks away as she speaks of finding home, her expression briefly clouded with emotion at the confirmation that her friends have no intention of returning to the Grounds. Until this point she hadn't admitted her hope that one day they would come back; only now as he denies it does she realize her denial. "How are you going to improve it?" she asks, biting down the disappointment and trying, trying to find only happiness for her friend. It must be nice, Amalia thinks, to be a fish, utterly without these cares, unconcerned by gods or kings. "Does LongNight even happen here?" Try as she might, Amalia cannot imagine this place shrouded in that all too familiar dark. The wry smile is met with one of her own, the girl sending a mental pulse of apology through the bond. "I know. But it still takes some getting used to." Turning back to Remi, she raises an eyebrow. "So... how does New Remi feel about going on another probably foolish adventure?" reach for the stars: but child, first recognize the constellations of light you already carry inside you