Amalia
you're staring at the sky
watching stars collide
He sits down quietly, a soothing enough presence that Amalia lets herself relax a little, her emotions too much to hold tightly to. "We would swim in the Oasis and try to catch dreamfish. Dare each other to leap off trees into the water." Her voice is smoky with nostalgia for those simpler times.watching stars collide
Through almond eyes she watches him extend a small bag, curiosity causing her to lean forward, peer at the objects in his hand. "They're lovely. May I?" Extending a hand she picks up the flower, looking carefully at the seeds within before handing it back. "You should plant these," she suggests with a smile. "I'm sure Frey would love to see more flowers bloom around the shrine."
