Qeya River Grow up, Cheerful child

Amalia did not want for anything amongst the borders of Natigvik. There were few of them, but all hearty in mind and body. Passing souls as it were, but intertwined all the same.

Amalia had joined joyful and wary and here she stayed loyal and steadfast. Though there was a small bloom of sadness tempered her.

She felt Sahkmet before she saw her and lifted her jade gaze to her leader.

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