meet me where the falling stars live
i will wait for you
Whatever happiness talking about Deimos may have inspired turns quickly to blinking disbelief as Sam names his latest Beau. "Loren?" the Shield repeats, incredulous, half expecting Sam to laugh and say it's a strange joke. The raised hands do little to deter her. "You- he- Sam, he's a mess. And what about Remi? He can't-" The lines of her face tell a story of disbelief and doubt. This seems like a recipe for disaster.
Still reeling, Amalia follows Sam down the stairs to the Loreseekers Guild. The comment about Naturals not knowing much entices a laugh, at least: "Yeah, I've forgotten most of what my mom taught me," she admits ruefully.
At the bottom of the steps Amalia stops, taking in the scene with wide, fascinated eyes. "Oh, wow." There is some reverence to her as she steps forward, hand hovering uncertainly over the beautifully bound tome. "You made this? It's... Wow, Sam, it's beautiful. May it?" Her youth shines through as she looks back at Sam, eagerly waiting for permission to open up the book.
Still reeling, Amalia follows Sam down the stairs to the Loreseekers Guild. The comment about Naturals not knowing much entices a laugh, at least: "Yeah, I've forgotten most of what my mom taught me," she admits ruefully.
At the bottom of the steps Amalia stops, taking in the scene with wide, fascinated eyes. "Oh, wow." There is some reverence to her as she steps forward, hand hovering uncertainly over the beautifully bound tome. "You made this? It's... Wow, Sam, it's beautiful. May it?" Her youth shines through as she looks back at Sam, eagerly waiting for permission to open up the book.
day and night
