[PQ] underground, the stars are legend

She does not see his discomfort, and perhaps it is for the best. She is lit with a vibrancy absent since Long Night- not this one, but another, many years ago, when her heart first fractured beneath the weight of loss. "You found it," Amalia laughs, turning her glittering gaze back upon her friend. "All I found was a hole and some footprints!" But her voice lacks it's anxious drawl, and the statement rich with levity rather than self deprivation. She cannot quench the smile on her face, just like she cannot quench the fire in her heart. She leafs through the book with swift, skilled fingers, flipping through pages as though they were friends. The words are indecipherable, strange, and Amalia chews gently on her lip in concentration as she tries to find something recognizable. "I don't know this language," the baker admits, walking back toward Jigano, book open in her hands. "Can you read it? Or, maybe-" Taken by a sudden thought, Amalia thrusts the book into the light of the star, as though hopeful that the mote will serve as translator as well as guide. "Child of Safrin, can you help us?" she asks, her deep voice lilting with optimistic hope. a m a l i a You were young and you'd stare With a reverence unimpaired Searching in your dark eyes to find the stars already there