Amalia
only lonely hid the morning from the stars
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A nod as Jigano offers the other his light; another, when Seiji suggests reunion. The smiles they offer, the unhesitating acceptance of her tenuous place as leader fills the young baker with something like pride, a strange sort of fluttering feeling in her chest. "We are looking for a tomb of books." A reminder of their purpose, the goal: not that they should not stop for other points of interest, but Amalia's primary concern remains the pursuit of the knowledge Safrin offers, and the fulfillment of her pledge. She nods, again, black eyes scanning them each in turn before following her guiding light, the single dancing star.
As the group breaks up in wayward pairs, Amalia cannot help but feel a soft relief with who walks by her side. She is familiar with Lily, fond of Seiji, but it is Jigano with whom the girl has forged a chain, bound herself to through darkness and blood. He pauses as they pass a wall of writing, and Amalia does too, one slender hand extending to caress a concave and indecipherable word. "Yes," she agrees quietly, peering through the antler's glow at the foreign writing on the walls. She would like to stay and observe more, but the star that guides them continues on, and Amalia shivers at the thought of being left behind in the dark. She hastens after it, grateful when Jigano follows, too. "Safrin said the books were written before the Ruins collapsed," she murmurs as they walk, black eyes bright in the flickering light as they scan Jigano's face. "Do you think they are from before the bubble? That they will help us understand what happened?"
As the group breaks up in wayward pairs, Amalia cannot help but feel a soft relief with who walks by her side. She is familiar with Lily, fond of Seiji, but it is Jigano with whom the girl has forged a chain, bound herself to through darkness and blood. He pauses as they pass a wall of writing, and Amalia does too, one slender hand extending to caress a concave and indecipherable word. "Yes," she agrees quietly, peering through the antler's glow at the foreign writing on the walls. She would like to stay and observe more, but the star that guides them continues on, and Amalia shivers at the thought of being left behind in the dark. She hastens after it, grateful when Jigano follows, too. "Safrin said the books were written before the Ruins collapsed," she murmurs as they walk, black eyes bright in the flickering light as they scan Jigano's face. "Do you think they are from before the bubble? That they will help us understand what happened?"
