Qeya River Pink nose, pearly toes

Amalia was at best naive, at worst stupid when it came to trust. Ahe trustwd easily, too easily. But she was finding it out. As she grew up.

Thank you. she smiled at the older woman.

Amalia accepted the nudge with a soft sigh. And took the comfort for a momwnt. The motherly vib that Shikoba gave off, if was clear she loved being a mother and was probably good at it. Amalia wouldn't know she hadn't seen her interact with her youngling.




Amalia nodded her head. I am learning this. To be myself. To, to grow into more than what I was. It's scary, but also umm...i can't think of the word. It makes me happy, and calm to see how I am growing. Does thia make sense?

Amalia had lost her thought process trying to find the right word, but she hoped she had explained it well enough.