AMALIA
you're staring at the sky
watching stars collide
It is indeed Jyoti's intention to capture Ianto's eye, and she croons a happy baritone as the man strokes gently on her skin. Smiling fondly at the whale, Amalia tilts her head, a little bit of wistfulness still within her voice. "She is the most wonderful thing I have ever known. I wish I could learn more about them. Safrin told me she cannot return to the sky..." Trailing off the girl looks down, wrapping her arms around her chest. The warchief had made it seem like her fault, as though the calf might have been placed back among stars had the owl not interfered.watching stars collide
The shared familiarity brings her eyes back up, meeting Ianto's with a curious blink. She nods in response before asking more questions, curiosity once more rising like fire in her chest. "How did you wind up out here and not in the Hollowed Grounds, with them? And why haven't you left the woods? Do you know what lies beyond them?" She is hungry for information, eager to take and take now that she is at ease. She has seen a world without edges; how can she be happy now, not knowing what lies just beyond?
Amalia laughs at the playful children, her affect softening with as they emerge, dripping, from the stream. "What sort of gifts?" the girl asks curiously, one of a thousand questions bubbling up again. Jyoti has gone to investigate the winged youth, trilling merrily and carelessly, unafraid to join in play. "We do not have such a festival in the Grounds. Which god is it associated with? Do you- do you think they would let us come?"
