Qeya River Watching

Amalia turned swiftly at his approach. On edge, though as his voice filtered she relaxed into a more neutral stance. She wagged her black inked brown tip slowly. Returned his smile.

Though his next words pushed her ears to her skull. Lifted one ear and laid it down.

Nothing rest won't fix. It's good too see you return.

She titled her head. Did you see many beautiful things on your trip to Tartok?