meet me where the falling stars live
i will wait for you
Everyone remembers her grandmother. Amalia smiles a little despite herself, always brightening at the memory of the old woman. Though the question about Deimos catches her off guard. "Uh... He's generous. And brave, and kind. He'll, he'll always help others and never asks for anything in return. And he's good to me." Wrapping her arms around herself, Amalia shrugs a little awkwardly, her narrow cheeks somewhat flushed. "How about you? Anyone, um, in your life?"
She perks up at his mention of guides, curious as to what he might want to guide people on. "For Outlanders?" The mention of them being downstairs and the invitation to see them has her nodding, already pushing away from the bookshelf, happy to move and spend some of her anxious energy thus. "Yeah, I'd... I'd like that."
She perks up at his mention of guides, curious as to what he might want to guide people on. "For Outlanders?" The mention of them being downstairs and the invitation to see them has her nodding, already pushing away from the bookshelf, happy to move and spend some of her anxious energy thus. "Yeah, I'd... I'd like that."
day and night
