Amalia
They share a reverence for the Lady of Stars, it seems, which sets Amalia a little at ease. Unable to keep her own adoration from her face, the Shield simply nods - yes, it does make sense. The Fae are far more equipped to manage renegade books than any human, after all.
"Not hostile but... aggressive." Trying to pick her words, Amalia hums a little. "They... grew defensive when we tried to move them. One attacked us, one vanished, and one let us out into different portals. My friend came through the Mathair.
"There's more down there, too. A room that wants to be asked questions, and a great consciousness somewhere down below, maybe a whale of some kind. Do...do the Fae know anything about that?"
"Not hostile but... aggressive." Trying to pick her words, Amalia hums a little. "They... grew defensive when we tried to move them. One attacked us, one vanished, and one let us out into different portals. My friend came through the Mathair.
"There's more down there, too. A room that wants to be asked questions, and a great consciousness somewhere down below, maybe a whale of some kind. Do...do the Fae know anything about that?"
