[PQ] [Seasonal Event] afire love

a m a l i a Their log gathering successful, Amalia and Ronin return to the group, the girl warm with quiet pride in the success of her work. There is a great deal of activity already going on, the rest of the group having made strides in digging a hole and getting the central crossbeam in place. For a moment she pauses in her labor and simply watches, face lit by happiness and contentment as she looks upon the scene. Unity. Teamwork. Life. It is close to the way things used to be, the life she remembers before... ...before... Ah, there it is: the bitter sting of loss, the constant ebb of loneliness. Amalia shakes away the feeling, buries it like so many others beneath a mantle of determination and stubborn, stalwart pride. Returning to action she follows Ronin, nodding at the man's instruction and going to stand beside a support beam. As they raise the perch Amalia smiles, the familiar sense of pride returning again: her nani would like this, she knows in her heart, and perhaps the Spark Bird will, too.