why else love if not to feel the stars exploding in our veins?
The idea of seeing more fae in the Grounds both intrigues Amalia and alarms her somewhat, her conversations with Nephele (and Delah before) still vivid in her mind. "Really?" she wonders, tilting her head inquisitively to the smaller woman. "That's a change, but a welcome one. What brings it about?" Delah's death? Something else? In all her recent misadventures, Amalia has rather lost track of the politics of the Fae.
Having never heard anything but scorn from her homeland coming from the fae, Amalia's surprise only grows at this strange turn of events. "Ah... okay." She isn't sure what more to say, and instead stands in awkward silence for another beat before remembering the initial request. "Oh. Let me... the tanner's booth is this way. I can show you, if you like."
Having never heard anything but scorn from her homeland coming from the fae, Amalia's surprise only grows at this strange turn of events. "Ah... okay." She isn't sure what more to say, and instead stands in awkward silence for another beat before remembering the initial request. "Oh. Let me... the tanner's booth is this way. I can show you, if you like."
Amalia
