I sailed seas of emotion to wander a forest of scars
I am a dance of light and darkness, a galaxy of shadow and stars
I am a dance of light and darkness, a galaxy of shadow and stars
It appears that he knows more than she expected, and more than he's let on- not surprising in Amalia's experience, but no less frustrating for that. "Remarkable, yes. And cold." The ghost of a smile chases over her lips, her leopard ears shivering expressively among her hair. The Citadel is an impressive thing, but Amalia cannot find it in herself to feel anything close to love for the place. "Is it very different to where you're from?" the Shield asks, glancing at him again, as close to sly as she can get.
Whatever high ground she thinks she has is quickly pulled away from her as the man levels his supposition. For a second she stops to stare up at him, dark eyes widening and then narrowing as she once again begins to walk. "Ah... and why is that?" she asks him with a wary curiosity. "You said yourself that you can't tell, um... sorry, what was your name?"
Whatever high ground she thinks she has is quickly pulled away from her as the man levels his supposition. For a second she stops to stare up at him, dark eyes widening and then narrowing as she once again begins to walk. "Ah... and why is that?" she asks him with a wary curiosity. "You said yourself that you can't tell, um... sorry, what was your name?"
Amalia
