Jyoti trills as the pair retreats, mourning their absence, eager for entertainment, wanting some distraction from Amalia's laser focus. The longing cry rises into triumph when Ronin appears once more, his face framed neatly in the open doorway, a staunch dark figure in the morning light. With the cetacean equivalent of a grin the starwhale greets their guests, the infant creature swimming up to eagerly greet the pair. In truth, the man is not her primary interest: she has never seen a dragon before, and is desperately eager to explore and play. With stardust billowing from her blowhole the whale circles the new-met duo before darting into the back of the shop, singing softly for baker's attention.
Amalia had been aware of the commotion, had heard the door open and Ronin's voice- but nothing prepares you for seeing the dead. Despite having heard rumors of the man's resurrection the young baker stops short in her tracks, staring through wide and wondering eyes at the guildmaster who was given a second life. "Ah..." Words falter on her leaden tongue; unabashed she inspects him, dark gaze trailing, as though trying to see through his roguish attire, to find the secrets of his rebirth. It is only Jyoti which starts her from her stupor, the whale's soft but insistent nose pressing against her neck. Clearing her throat, Amalia flushes: what do you say to the returned from the dead?
Same thing you say to any customer, she supposes. "Hi... Ronin. What can I get for you today?"
Amalia had been aware of the commotion, had heard the door open and Ronin's voice- but nothing prepares you for seeing the dead. Despite having heard rumors of the man's resurrection the young baker stops short in her tracks, staring through wide and wondering eyes at the guildmaster who was given a second life. "Ah..." Words falter on her leaden tongue; unabashed she inspects him, dark gaze trailing, as though trying to see through his roguish attire, to find the secrets of his rebirth. It is only Jyoti which starts her from her stupor, the whale's soft but insistent nose pressing against her neck. Clearing her throat, Amalia flushes: what do you say to the returned from the dead?
Same thing you say to any customer, she supposes. "Hi... Ronin. What can I get for you today?"
Amalia & Jyoti
born from dark water, daughters of the rain and snow
