Amalia
you're staring at the sky
watching stars collide
Amalia's nose wrinkles at the formality of being addressed as Archangel. It's not a title she feels she deserves, but Anju's lustrous voice stills any protest that stirs upon her tongue. There's something deeply familiar and intimidating about this woman; Amalia finds herself both afraid and entranced, transported back to a lifetime ago, when a similar woman was similarly brusque.watching stars collide
The choice of reading is unexpected, and Amalia perks up with curious interest, beginning to rack her brain. "Not so much- I've been looking, but nothing I've found says more than what I already know." She adjusts the book in her arms, moving it over her chest like a shield. "Though Gideon has a private collection he keeps in the steeple... So maybe there?"
