"A tulmhainar," Amalia repeats, chewing thoughtfully at her lip as she tries to find words to describe the creature. "It's like a... a giant tortoise with a world on its back, I suppose. There's one in the Fae woods, and I... I think I saw one in the Spire. But Roana might have killed it." She swallows her bitterness but cannot keep it from her voice, dislike of the woman evident in her face. "They live on memories. The one I met was ancient and beautiful." Wistfully she looks away, her gaze on the honey cakes, a distant half-smile on her lips.
Raising her gaze back to Ronin, Amalia smiles in earnest, grateful for his agreement to help in her task. "Soon," she answers resolutely, nodding her head. "After the festival, I think. I need to gather some more people. And talk to Delah, the leader of the fae."
Raising her gaze back to Ronin, Amalia smiles in earnest, grateful for his agreement to help in her task. "Soon," she answers resolutely, nodding her head. "After the festival, I think. I need to gather some more people. And talk to Delah, the leader of the fae."
Amalia & Jyoti
born from dark water, daughters of the rain and snow
