Amalia
a certain darkness is needed to see the stars
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The space between them feels much less vast than it had mere minutes before, the table now a bridge rather than a barrier, a space they can share instead of a sign of separation. Though she might have taken the refusal as rejection earlier, now she is too content to be hurt; she smiles somewhat awkwardly, color on her cheeks. "Okay." It had been worth a try.
But there is something sticking in Amalia's mind, a thorn that burrows through her contented haze. Crossing her legs beneath her on the bench, the girl begins to anxiously trace patterns on the worn tabletop, lip between her teeth. "Safrin... earlier, you said the Voice had fallen off the path. Will you tell me more about her? And the wars? And I heard about something from a woman in Halo - the, the Great Clatacysm? Does that have to do with her, too?"
But there is something sticking in Amalia's mind, a thorn that burrows through her contented haze. Crossing her legs beneath her on the bench, the girl begins to anxiously trace patterns on the worn tabletop, lip between her teeth. "Safrin... earlier, you said the Voice had fallen off the path. Will you tell me more about her? And the wars? And I heard about something from a woman in Halo - the, the Great Clatacysm? Does that have to do with her, too?"
