Amalia
Relief melts over her face as he accepts the task, a grateful nod given in exchange. "I'll be in Torchline for now. There are owls in the bakery that know how to find me, if you need to send a message." She smiles up at him, the expression tired and understanding, not quite meeting her eyes. "I'm sure I'll be back from time to time... and I'd like to know how things are going. Thank you."A bare foot scuffs over the loose cobble as Amalia wonders what more to say. She's tired, and the weight of the changes she's making still haven't quite hit. Glancing around the shops and streets the girl can't help but exhale a sigh, bittersweet and sad. "It's strange to say goodbye," she confesses. "I've lived here all my life."
she was like the moon-
part of her was always hidden away
part of her was always hidden away
