Amalia
"Just teasing," Amalia replies with a smile that is far from apologetic. "He's lucky he found you. I can't believe he made it in the woods for more than a day, with the fae." That this man had apparently managed to evade a tenure in the pit is remarkable. Even more reason for Amalia to want to meet him, and the girl smiles her acceptance of the invitation. "No trades- but I do think I owe you some baked goods." How long ago had she promised that? Years and years, it feels.
A question she has been wondering about raises in her mind, and she wonders if Ianto isn't the one to answer it. "Have you seen the tulmhainar?" she asks, a worried dip in her brow. "I... since the blight came to the woods, I've been wondering if it's alright."
A question she has been wondering about raises in her mind, and she wonders if Ianto isn't the one to answer it. "Have you seen the tulmhainar?" she asks, a worried dip in her brow. "I... since the blight came to the woods, I've been wondering if it's alright."
don't make a shadow of yourself, always shutting out the light
