Qeya River Pink nose, pearly toes

There is sadness to the she wold like a second skin. Heavy and leaden against her agouti self. It makes Amalia sad in return. But a smile is offered in return and though it doesn't meet her eyes it is nice there.

Amalia nodded. Here also. Mother used to tell me spirits walk harder at night these seasons. I don't know how true it is of course, but well you understand.

Amalia smiled and dipped her head again. oh goodness I'm sorry. I'm Amalia. I'm afraid i dont know yours either.