Qeya River Dance with me in the pale moonlight

Amalia had rested, she had passed on her messages and now she stood overlooking the territory, too restless to sleep. She had run and run, and had enjoyed it of course. Had met old friends and new, and yet here she was, happy, content. The thought of leaving again left a darkness in her heart.

Perhaps she did not make a good Scout as she had thought, perhaps she was more like her father than she wished to admit. Wanting a place to settle, to be a peace. She wondered briefly of her friend Maia. She should have stopped on her way home to see her, she would need to make a trip soon, just for Maia.

Amalia tipped her head back and stared at the fathomlessly deep dark sky, the winking lights of stars boring down on her, lighting up the jadette of her eyes.