Amalia
For my part, I know nothing with any certainty
It's good to see an Outlander so willing to pitch in and help; Amalia finds herself softening despite the lingering panic, heartbeat slowing steadily back to what might be considered a reasonable pace. Reaching back to press a hand to the mare's face, the Shield raises an eye at her charge, a mental discussion passing briefly before she turns back to the man. "Talys is happy to sub in. But I'm afraid I, uh, I don't actually know much about using a plough." Talys in response snorts expressively, clearly communicating that she knows all about it, even if the human does not.Girl and pony trail after the young man as he leads back to the plough, though her attention is more on the horse who waits for him than the human. "Hm? Ah, yeah. It was my first one. Are, are you Attuned?"
Stepping up beside Lukkja, Amalia smiles genuinely and raises a hand to the gelding. "Hello, Lukkja- you live with the Astiles, don't you?" A soft nicker and a series of mental images confirms this. Chuckling softly, the girl steps back to investigate the bucklea and straps that hold the horse in place. "Okay. Walk me through how we get this off." Whethwr she's speaking to man or equid remains rather unclear.
but the sight of the stars makes me dream
