& oh, poor atlas - the world's a beast of a burden
Amalia is not the only one in the shop who's listening, but she is the most intent. As the chords begin to fill the shop she can feel her mind slip into the story it tells, the clear, languid notes almost visible in her mind. She's still watching him but her eyes are distant, seeing something beyond the music: evenings under the Leafchange moon, the starlight dappled by the leaves of the Glade, her grandmother sitting down beside her in the soft green grass.
She listens until the last note falls and fades into the silence. As the vibrations cease and drift away Amalia's eyes refocus, widening as a smile curls delicately over her lips, softening the angles of her cheeks. "That was beautiful," the Shield says breathlessly, clasping her hands. "You're really, really talented."
She listens until the last note falls and fades into the silence. As the vibrations cease and drift away Amalia's eyes refocus, widening as a smile curls delicately over her lips, softening the angles of her cheeks. "That was beautiful," the Shield says breathlessly, clasping her hands. "You're really, really talented."
you've been holding on a long time
