Redhawk Caldera Spring and Meadows

Amalia laughed. Well then consider me flattering you to the purest and greatest!

Amalia's tail shifted and thumped against her haunches as she heard the question and thought about it. Her own green eyes looking up and around. She nodded her head.

That the silence presses on all sides and if you shatter it it will break something?

Amalia smiled a little sadly. You probably would. They were all healers, storytellers. I cannot heal, but I can tell many stories. My brother can tell stories and heal and sing. That is not me. She chuckled softly.

I am more of a wandering hunter.