we cannot become what we want to be by remaining what we are
Even the idea of a skylight to the stars is fascinating to Amalia, her dark eyes glittering with imagination as she tries to picture the night sky. It reminds her of the observation deck she once helped Remi build for Ronin, of brighter and easier days when things were simpler and she had time to look at stars. "Falling asleep every night underneath the stars... so close to Safrin. Sounds incredible." There are a number of nights when the Shield did the same, though without the safety of a roof or window.
She watches Finn draw the treeflit and write down remarks, commenting or embellishing here and there and making no effort to hide the face that she's peering at his work. Still leaning over his book a bit, Amalia shakes her head. "No sign of blight or anything Voice-related. Just life and green."
She looks up at last, realizing that she's leaning forward and quickly pulling back, her own bashful smile in place. "I guess you're right," she concedes, pulling her legs up to tuck them beneath her. "Uh... who else have you spoken to, about the storms and things? I think I'm going to hold my second one for now."
She watches Finn draw the treeflit and write down remarks, commenting or embellishing here and there and making no effort to hide the face that she's peering at his work. Still leaning over his book a bit, Amalia shakes her head. "No sign of blight or anything Voice-related. Just life and green."
She looks up at last, realizing that she's leaning forward and quickly pulling back, her own bashful smile in place. "I guess you're right," she concedes, pulling her legs up to tuck them beneath her. "Uh... who else have you spoken to, about the storms and things? I think I'm going to hold my second one for now."
Amalia
