we cannot become what we want to be by remaining what we are
The prospect of asking Cian is one she has been mulling over; nodding, Amalia considers this option, wondering if she might be able to secure one of the compasses they all seem to possess. "I'm more concerned with the unicorns," Amalia confesses, rubbing her forehead as a wave of exhaustion suddenly sets against her bones. "I led them out of the storms earlier this year, and promised to take them home." So many promises, so little time.
He sits back down, and part of Amalia feels guilty while the other is quietly pleased. "Only if it won't get you in trouble," the Shield replies, her eyes already warming with delight. "Do you want to grab tea or something? If you have enough time?" Her room isn't far, and she's deeply relieved to be around someone familiar - someone who might be a friend.
He sits back down, and part of Amalia feels guilty while the other is quietly pleased. "Only if it won't get you in trouble," the Shield replies, her eyes already warming with delight. "Do you want to grab tea or something? If you have enough time?" Her room isn't far, and she's deeply relieved to be around someone familiar - someone who might be a friend.
Amalia
