AMALIA
you're staring at the sky
watching stars collide
Amalia frowns along with him, nodding uncomfortably as he mentions The Voice, a shiver passing unbidden through her form. There are no clear answers anymore: the world she was raised in has become a foreign place, and where once the girl believed history and reverence would guide all paths to clarity, now she is not sure.watching stars collide
"But there is a way." Onyx eyes are sharp with purpose, latching onto this statement as the others fall away. If there is a way out, then there is a way to find more- and the girl is ravenous for the future, for everything at this horizon and beyond. "How would I speak to her, if I had more questions?"
Amalia smiles at the story of Safrin, her expression softening with excitement at the idea of a new festival, this one for her beloved goddess. "Do you think the Fae would like it if I brought some baked goods? I know they probably have better things here, but it's all I can do." Smiling ruefully, the girl shrugs, reaching up to tug self-consciously at lock of tawny hair. "I don't want the Fae to think we want to take from them... but they have so much more than us. It's hard to know how to give back."
