[They're both prideful but it is of varying shades. Gale had accolades, the favor of a goddess, and pure raw talent. Amelia? Well, it was all that she had left and even that was questionable.
Her eyes are half-lidded as if she's about to fall asleep. Instead, she keeps her gaze on Gale and her fingers reach up to trace the outline of his beard and then...]
... You have a lot of scars, don't you Gale?
[They're faded and faint but up close, she can see every jagged line and how they fade into the creases of his face whenever he smiles. Not to mention the dark veins that come from the orb's markings that travel from his chest, up to his neck.
Amelia wonders if she'll have enough time to memorize them all.]
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Her eyes are half-lidded as if she's about to fall asleep. Instead, she keeps her gaze on Gale and her fingers reach up to trace the outline of his beard and then...]
... You have a lot of scars, don't you Gale?
[They're faded and faint but up close, she can see every jagged line and how they fade into the creases of his face whenever he smiles. Not to mention the dark veins that come from the orb's markings that travel from his chest, up to his neck.
Amelia wonders if she'll have enough time to memorize them all.]