with a reverence unimpaired

Delah's voice is low and reverent, but Amalia hears it nonetheless. Reluctantly she turns her attention from the creature, peering through an owl's eyes at the fae above before turning back to the wonder in the sky. "Starwhale," she repeats, her own voice an alto song, the word a velvet thing on her tongue. A beautiful name for a beautiful creature. "A masterpiece of Rae and Vi." She does not know if the chieftess can hear her, only assumes it goes both ways. Emboldened by the whale, the vassal of Safrin, the sign of her gods, Amalia glances again at Delah and clears her parched throat. "May... may I come up there? To see better? I won't try anything." There is a quiet plea in her tone, but strength, too, like pliable gold. She does not want to beg from this moment, but she knows in her soul this is something sacred, special, and she wants and yearns and aches to be nearer, if only by a handful of feet. Amalia Her eyes, they know too much. She'll treat you like somebody but you just can't touch.