and all this devotion was rushing over me
Relief courses through Amalia at the invitation, bringing a smile to pull at her lips, warm and grateful and shy. She finds a seat across from the pair, curling into it with feline fluidity despite her human form, one leg tucked instinctively beneath her, the other resting gently on the floor. The stack of books that she's collected sits beside her, for the moment unopened as she focuses on extending a hand to Ophelia, dark eyes glittering with quiet delight.
Of course Falke is also there - and Amalia blinks at his quiet question, lifting her head with a surprised flush. "Oh- um, history. About what happened while we - the Grounds - were trapped." How the world had turned, what brought it to its current state. Straightening, the Archangel tilts her head, investigating his own tomes. "You?"
Of course Falke is also there - and Amalia blinks at his quiet question, lifting her head with a surprised flush. "Oh- um, history. About what happened while we - the Grounds - were trapped." How the world had turned, what brought it to its current state. Straightening, the Archangel tilts her head, investigating his own tomes. "You?"
Amalia
