we cannot become what we want to be by remaining what we are
The list of names is familiar (though of course the Fae remains untitled, and she wonders with a shiver if it's Nephele), Amalia sucking in a breath at the mention of Loren going into the storms. "Right. With Wessex," she muses softly, brows furrowing. "I'm supposed to go to the lightning storms again. For Frey. Though now-" Now she has no idea if or when she'll be allowed to go anywhere on her own.
It ends as abruptly as it began, Finn announcing that he's out of questions, Amalia assuming a puzzled expression as she tries to ignore her disappointment that he's so eager to be done with her. "I'm still owed a question, though," the Shield points out, rubbing her thumb over her wrist. "Unless- if you're too busy I won't take up more of your time."
It ends as abruptly as it began, Finn announcing that he's out of questions, Amalia assuming a puzzled expression as she tries to ignore her disappointment that he's so eager to be done with her. "I'm still owed a question, though," the Shield points out, rubbing her thumb over her wrist. "Unless- if you're too busy I won't take up more of your time."
Amalia
