Amalia
For my part, I know nothing with any certainty
She works steadily, if not with expert skill then at least with expert guidance. It is pleasant to be doing things with her hands, the buckles and straps a welcome distraction from the anxiety and trauma that eats at her from the inside. Here in the safety of anonymity she feels comforted, but of course it is not to last.And there it is: the recognition she has come to expect and dread. It interrupts her working like jolt of electricity, causing her to wince and flush as he peers across the pony's back with that question, that accusation. Said in the kindest, most polite tone of course - no room to blame him for her reaction. A slightly chagrined smile crosses her face, a little hazy, distant even. "It is."
Schooling her expression, the Shield pushes a lock of hair behind her ear, the faint scars like stardust on her temple briefly visible to view. "What... uh, how do you me...? I still don't know your name, I'm sorry." Chuckling anxiously, she turns her expectant dark gaze up toward him.
but the sight of the stars makes me dream
