goodbye, yellow brick road

Amalia barks a stifled laugh as Ronin drawls out his reply. "Yeah. Yeah, Mort knows that's gonna be a disaster. Not your fault, though." She does not say whose fault it is, though the unsaid name lingers behind her teeth. Rolling her shoulders in a shrug, the baker stares into the fog. With a sigh she turns away from the edge, slipping her bag off of her back and opening it up to expose her bounty: twenty stale rolls of bread, five days old and hard as stone. Reaching in, she takes one between her fingers, looking at it as though it hides some secret, as though it will solve the myriad of problems they face. "You'd probably gain points if you let me fall. I've never been Edy's favorite person, and I'm pretty sure Wessex hates me now, too." With a sudden, explosive, cat-like grace Amalia winds her long arm back before launching the roll into the abyss, a graceful arc that vanishes quickly into the mist. "Fuck you Zariah!" the girl hollers, fury lighting her alto voice. Tension and then a merciful release; by the time her arm falls back to her side her body has eased, if only a little, some of the agony gone from her shoulders. Turning at last to look at Ronin, Amalia extends the bag of rolls. "Your turn." Amalia i've been watching your kindness keep a lonely company - look at the fire and think of me