there were so many fewer questions when stars were still just the holes to heaven
Ah, and there it is: the recognition she so dislikes, the title she adores and its burden she can scarcely shoulder. Uncomfortably she shuffles, her own eyes cast anxiously around her feet. With no idea what to say, Amalia says nothing.
Thankfully, it's over soon, and the subject drifts away from her and to the city at their feet. Amalia's head bobs in a nod at the assessment of Haulani's more was, though of course she has no knowledge which allows for comparison. "Did you grow up here?" The Angel wonders, slanted gaze intensely interested, bright with the unabashed curiosity of the socially inept. "Have you seen a lot of Caido, then?"
Curiosity fades to wry annoyance, though a distinct note of fondness softens the bite. "A Priest." Leaned forward, head bowed over the feast as she selects her next small bite, Amalia isn't looking at Jonah's face for reaction. "He's not that bad, really. He just... Expects a lot of me." She shrugs her slender shoulders, finally glancing up.
Thankfully, it's over soon, and the subject drifts away from her and to the city at their feet. Amalia's head bobs in a nod at the assessment of Haulani's more was, though of course she has no knowledge which allows for comparison. "Did you grow up here?" The Angel wonders, slanted gaze intensely interested, bright with the unabashed curiosity of the socially inept. "Have you seen a lot of Caido, then?"
Curiosity fades to wry annoyance, though a distinct note of fondness softens the bite. "A Priest." Leaned forward, head bowed over the feast as she selects her next small bite, Amalia isn't looking at Jonah's face for reaction. "He's not that bad, really. He just... Expects a lot of me." She shrugs her slender shoulders, finally glancing up.
Amalia
