meet me where the falling stars live
i will wait for you
"Why are you trying to fill the Atheneum with bats?"
As if the paper moths were not enough. Amalia senses the bat before she sees Sam, well attuned to the presence of animals in her surroundings after spending so long among them. Humming bats were always a friendly creature, one she enjoyed: shy little songstresses, there had been a small colony in the attic of the bakery before a family of owls moved in.
But she has never seen one in the library, and never anticipated seeing one released willingly indoors. That Sam is the one doing it both surprises and confuses her. She's been wanting to talk toher brother the Ascended for a while, since their last meeting, but things had been... busy, to say the least.
But now that she's back on her feet, healed physically if not mentally, she rather feels like running away.
Awkwardly standing between the stacks, Amalia cannot help but remember their last ill-fated encounter in this place. Her eyes flick briefly over Sam's face before rising to the bat. "How is it going to get out?"
As if the paper moths were not enough. Amalia senses the bat before she sees Sam, well attuned to the presence of animals in her surroundings after spending so long among them. Humming bats were always a friendly creature, one she enjoyed: shy little songstresses, there had been a small colony in the attic of the bakery before a family of owls moved in.
But she has never seen one in the library, and never anticipated seeing one released willingly indoors. That Sam is the one doing it both surprises and confuses her. She's been wanting to talk to
But now that she's back on her feet, healed physically if not mentally, she rather feels like running away.
Awkwardly standing between the stacks, Amalia cannot help but remember their last ill-fated encounter in this place. Her eyes flick briefly over Sam's face before rising to the bat. "How is it going to get out?"
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