Redhawk Caldera From Bissau to Palau, in the shade of Avalon

Amalia was loud and exuberant at times, but it only hid a shy and insecure heart mostly. She wasn't one that made friends easily. Though she tried.

She nodded. They are nice or seem to be. That is how most of Brecheliant is, all niceness. Not much of anything bad, which is good.

That didn't make much sense, but she knew what she was trying to say, hopefully he understood too.

She nodded. Yes a few girls. Dwin, Chickadee, and one or two other's. I can't remember all their names.

There was a nagging sensation about one of those names, but she couldn't remember why.