Qeya River Pink nose, pearly toes

Amalia smiled. I try to be though i must admit, my imagination does tend to get the best of me and i grew up with many stories.

Amalia had a healthy respect for those who convened with spirtis and the like. Some she avoided though still respected. She didn't wish to get tangled in some shadow magic.

Amalia nodded her head. That's what mom always said.

Amalia's tail wagged. I am a hunter, a scout, i dabble in some medicine and i like to tell stories. I'm not nearly as good as my mother at spinning a tale, but i try. What about you?