fingers knotted themselves together and untwined --- a nervous habit carried over from her childhood, no doubt. some might describe amalia appleman and all of her mannerisms to be meek, and perhaps they were right ... but it was easy to be washed out amidst the beauty of such a place. her mother always spoke about places of power, and lia supposed somewhere as gorgeous as this surely had to be one of them. her eyes were glimmering, be it a natural reflection from the bright sun or her excitement, and it was evident in her tone when she called aloud, “ i’ve never seen anything so lovely in my entire life. ” it took a second for her gaze to break away from the glittering shore, but when she eyed her companion there was awe all over her face, “ it’s unreal, right? ”