& oh, poor atlas - the world's a beast of a burden
Chosen for their merits. Amalia nods, wondering what levels of confidence it would take to apply for such a role. Would she have ever qualified, had Vi not intervened? Pushing aside these easy doubts, the girl smiles at Seraphina, clearly impressed by the young woman. "That's incredible," she murmurs, looking over the blueprints as they're spread on the desk. "This, too- did you make these?"
That Sera is one of the youngest catches Amalia's interest. "How old are you?" the girl asks before she can bite her tongue, suddenly very much aware of her own youth. "Sorry, I- I'll be twenty three at Long Night. Sometimes I feel a lot older... sometimes I think I'm still a kid." Bashfully she rubs the back of her neck, shrugging at the thought.
The day continues much in the same, with Amalia asking a litany of questions and Seraphina providing answers. The Artificer helps Amalia find her way to her rooms, and after they familiarize themselves with the space takes her to the hallway that leads to the office of the Eye. It is here they part, with promises to meet again, and the Shield feeling bolstered by the prospect of a friend.
{fin <3}
That Sera is one of the youngest catches Amalia's interest. "How old are you?" the girl asks before she can bite her tongue, suddenly very much aware of her own youth. "Sorry, I- I'll be twenty three at Long Night. Sometimes I feel a lot older... sometimes I think I'm still a kid." Bashfully she rubs the back of her neck, shrugging at the thought.
The day continues much in the same, with Amalia asking a litany of questions and Seraphina providing answers. The Artificer helps Amalia find her way to her rooms, and after they familiarize themselves with the space takes her to the hallway that leads to the office of the Eye. It is here they part, with promises to meet again, and the Shield feeling bolstered by the prospect of a friend.
{fin <3}
you've been holding on a long time
