Frostfire Ridge Sing Along

Amalia briefly wondered if she should be so free with her thoughts. Some may not accept her compliments at just that, compliments.

A soothsayer, a seer. Nothing good ever came from them in the stories her father would sometimes tell. It made her a tad nervous. But perhaps stories were wrong.

 "That was nice, and it's peobably rewarding to teach."

Amalia was a little disappointed. ::Noy many liked to converse here. She nodded and shifted to turn away.