Amalia
'Cause she's just like the weather
Can't hold her together
Born from dark water
Daughter of the r a i n and s n o w
"It's the- it's something Vi refers to," Amalia explains, hesitating to admit that it is something he said to her. "That walking the line between life and death is a difficult thing to do." She remembers it keenly: her deep despair, the failure she thought she would never recover from, and then the warmth of seeing him. And then to be chosen by him again - it is everything she has ever wanted, and she practically glows at the thought of it.Can't hold her together
Born from dark water
Daughter of the r a i n and s n o w
It takes her a moment to refocus on Falke, her dark eyes warm as a smile crosses her face. "That does sound incredible," Amalia agrees, imagining such a library, such access. "You should- there's a library in the Grounds, though it's rather old. But you might like to visit it." Perhaps he has, but something tells Amalia that's unlikely.
Dipping her fingers into the water, Amalia hums a musing note. "What's wrong with your boss?" she wonders, having never found herself in a position of being under a direct supervisor before.
