we cannot become what we want to be by remaining what we are
The summons come to her as she sits in the library, studying. Swiftly as she can the girl makes her way down the dizzying maze of hallways, slipping into the room as quietly as she can behind a tall woman she dimly recognizes as though from a dream. Amalia would have been just as happy never stepping into this office again; now she tries to swallow her anxiety, looking to where Cian sits. Barefoot and steady, Amalia approaches the table, sliding a piece of paper over to the Eye.
I spoke to Vi. The metal the Voice pulled from Tanau is a piece of the Core.
She doesn't know if he already knows this, but she wants to prove she is trying Message relayed Amalia retreats, seeking a seat towards the back of the room and silently praying Finn or Ronin will join her. She feels woefully isolated, and yet strangely proud, back straight and eyes alert as Jyoti settles in her lap. For the first time since coming here Amalia feels like part of something, truly- one among peers, among a movement, full of purpose and ready to belong.
I spoke to Vi. The metal the Voice pulled from Tanau is a piece of the Core.
She doesn't know if he already knows this, but she wants to prove she is trying Message relayed Amalia retreats, seeking a seat towards the back of the room and silently praying Finn or Ronin will join her. She feels woefully isolated, and yet strangely proud, back straight and eyes alert as Jyoti settles in her lap. For the first time since coming here Amalia feels like part of something, truly- one among peers, among a movement, full of purpose and ready to belong.
Amalia
