Amalia
she wants the silence but fears the solitude
she wants to be alone and together with you
The idea that Outlanders wouldn't be real people has never crossed her mind. Amalia blinks, frowning at this concept, though Jigano's follow-up comments have weight. There would be signs if the Voice was somehow able to reproduce actual life, wouldn't there? And if she could...
The implications are somewhat dizzying. It's enough to distract her briefly from Jigano's tale, though she regains her senses and tunes back in as he shrugs. What a strange and exciting life he must have lived before this place - what strange and exciting lives they must all have lived, she thinks, looking back down at her tail.
Shifting her body back to legs, Amalia tucks them beneath herself. "I'm glad." She smiles at Jigano, though her eyes are still troubled, lost in a new avenue of thought. "I should... probably go home, soon. It's getting late. Do you want to go back with me, or are you staying here?"
The implications are somewhat dizzying. It's enough to distract her briefly from Jigano's tale, though she regains her senses and tunes back in as he shrugs. What a strange and exciting life he must have lived before this place - what strange and exciting lives they must all have lived, she thinks, looking back down at her tail.
Shifting her body back to legs, Amalia tucks them beneath herself. "I'm glad." She smiles at Jigano, though her eyes are still troubled, lost in a new avenue of thought. "I should... probably go home, soon. It's getting late. Do you want to go back with me, or are you staying here?"
she ran to the lighthouse, hoped that it would help her see
she saw that the lighthouse had been washed out to sea
