Beyond delighted to have found a friend, Jyoti hums and sings to Sugar, blissfully oblivious to the dragon's envy, pleased to be able to share the secret treasures of the store. Younger than the dragon, she is deeply impressed by creature's wings, her fangs and scales and entirely different form. She, in turn, is eager to be admired, to show off to this fascinating new friend and be seen as something cool. Leaving a trail of stardust behind her, Jyoti swims to the shrine in the front, stopping expectantly before moving to weave between the small statuettes, each deity honored in some slight way.
For her part, Amalia's eyes dart to Ronin's before falling away, a fresh flush rising to the girl's narrow cheeks as she catches the discomfort on his face. The embarrassment is quickly tinged with pleasure at his gentle compliment, and bemusement at it all. The baker reaches up to tug a lock of hair, wishing she could vanish beneath it and into the comfortable back of the shop. The mention of her friend relaxes the baker, bringing a smile to the bewildered face; she turns to look indulgently at the starwhale calf, laughing slightly as the child attempts to further charm the dragon. "Her name is Jyoti," Amalia replies, "And she is very interested in making friends. Sugar is gorgeous- I haven't seen many dragons before." Her voice is a little wistful, as though she is remembering a dream that will never come to pass.
Turning back to face Ronin, the gilded baker attempts to mend her previous mistakes. "The bakery isn't really open yet, um, but you're welcome to stay and wait. I've been meaning to take some things for Aoife-" And she stops again, once more unsure. She is fairly certain from Remi's clues that Aoife is Ronin's child, but the fact has never been confirmed.
For her part, Amalia's eyes dart to Ronin's before falling away, a fresh flush rising to the girl's narrow cheeks as she catches the discomfort on his face. The embarrassment is quickly tinged with pleasure at his gentle compliment, and bemusement at it all. The baker reaches up to tug a lock of hair, wishing she could vanish beneath it and into the comfortable back of the shop. The mention of her friend relaxes the baker, bringing a smile to the bewildered face; she turns to look indulgently at the starwhale calf, laughing slightly as the child attempts to further charm the dragon. "Her name is Jyoti," Amalia replies, "And she is very interested in making friends. Sugar is gorgeous- I haven't seen many dragons before." Her voice is a little wistful, as though she is remembering a dream that will never come to pass.
Turning back to face Ronin, the gilded baker attempts to mend her previous mistakes. "The bakery isn't really open yet, um, but you're welcome to stay and wait. I've been meaning to take some things for Aoife-" And she stops again, once more unsure. She is fairly certain from Remi's clues that Aoife is Ronin's child, but the fact has never been confirmed.
Amalia & Jyoti
born from dark water, daughters of the rain and snow
