Amalia
And then, rather suddenly, he seems fairly at ease. Amalia blinks at the shift in attitude, caught off guard by his easy tone and relative calm. "Ah.. yeah," she replies somewhat distractedly, staring down at the snow with a quirk to her lips. "Naturals, people usually say. And Outlanders for people from... somewhere else."
The next question is easier to answer, and she has composed herself enough to shrug a light reply, glancing up at the Ascended with a tilt to her head. "There's a lot of Outlanders... and it seems to happen about the same way for all of them." They are somewhere one moment and here the next, with no explanation or choice in the matter. Another of the Voice's little 'gifts' which noone ever asked for.
The next question is easier to answer, and she has composed herself enough to shrug a light reply, glancing up at the Ascended with a tilt to her head. "There's a lot of Outlanders... and it seems to happen about the same way for all of them." They are somewhere one moment and here the next, with no explanation or choice in the matter. Another of the Voice's little 'gifts' which noone ever asked for.
