Amalia
For my part, I know nothing with any certainty
"Startlingly cold, I'm sure." Amalia doesn't care where he's come from: Halo is cold, dismally so, even in the height of the summer sun. Still fidgeting with the halter, she once again fails to pick up on an obvious identity clue; the strength of her attention is focused wholly on getting the rig in place.Obediently adjusting the offending strap, Amalia turns back to Chulane just in time to be offered another piece. Her nose wrinkles thoughtfully as she takes the leather from him, inspecting it, trying to remember from whence it came off. "Yes," she says, more stubborn than certain, turning back to the mare.
At least she has the advantage of assistance from Talys. Under the watchful eye of the pony Amalia finds her way to the correct buckle. "I love animals, but I don't have much opportunity to work with them," she admits. "I'm a baker. I have a shop, actually- you'll have to come get some bread for the journey back."
but the sight of the stars makes me dream
