*~*Zaley's POV*~*
As we ate, we talked. Amadeus never talked down to me. He never made me feel like I should be embarrassed to answer his questions. And he never seemed as if he were bored by my youth. Even if I still felt self-conscious and embarrassed, it was only my inner monologue that caused it. And it only took a smile from Amadeus to quell my personal fears.
"Have you thought about college? What you want to do?" Amadeus asked as we nibbled on the food.
"Well, I used to want to be a recluse, to hide away in the woods and do something remote. Like a designer, artist, or writer. But I don't think I need to hide away. And, honestly, the only career path that ever made sense to me personally, was to be a writer. Though, given my position in my family, I am not sure whether I can do much of anything."
