A spoonful of sugar

She's imperfect, but she tries She is good, but she lies She is hard on herself She is broken and won't ask for help More loreseekers, more change- she winces, chagrined, knowing it is a duty she's neglected. "Quanil... Doesn't sound familiar. My grandmother probably knew them." Her grandmother had known everyone, once upon a time. Amalia tilts her head curiously. "How many are there, now? Loreseekers, that is." Then something strikes her, and she wrinkles her nose ruefully, her fingers tightening in Isuma's ruff as she awkwardly looks away. "I, uh, I saw Maea. I said some things that I regret. She said she's going to beat me up " The idea of tiny Maea beating anyone up is laughable, but Amalia does not smile. "Sorry. I know she's a Loreseeker, too." a m a l i a She is messy, but she's kind She is lonely most of the time She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie She is gone, but she used to be mine