she had magic in her eyes even the stars envied
The desire to destroy things is something to which Amalia can relate, a familiar way to translate fury, to turn frustration and fear into action. Maybe we should go push the Spire over, she suggests wryly in response. It will need to come down at some point, before it collapses on its own and kills someone. Another problem for another day, and oh, how many they have to face.
The idea of a cup of water is not one she would have come up with- but then, that's why he's the architect and not she. It is an easy task, and Amalia nods, shifting on his shoulder and she waits for him to procure the glass. How do you want it to look? Will there be glass, for wet or snowy days?
The idea of a cup of water is not one she would have come up with- but then, that's why he's the architect and not she. It is an easy task, and Amalia nods, shifting on his shoulder and she waits for him to procure the glass. How do you want it to look? Will there be glass, for wet or snowy days?
