The idea of honey cakes is a hit, and Amalia reflects Ronin's smile, her grin a bit shier, marked by a blush. There is something disarming in his boyish nature, something which makes her want to relax, to set him at ease and work in quiet conversation.
And that is what she does. Amalia directs Ronin through her kitchen, straightforward and patient as she teaches him her trade. Honey and cinnamon, ginger and eggs: the Chandrakant recipe is rampant with spices, aromatic and golden beneath their skilled hands. As they work they laugh and smile, some of the lingering iciness melting away. Amalia does not blame him for the Spire, the monster, the things that happened after.
She does not have room to blame anyone but herself.
When the at last make it into the oven, the girl exhales her relief. She is characteristically a mess: flour on her hands, a streak across her cheek, strands long hair having escaped its confines to coil around her face. Leaning her elbows on the counter, Amalia regards Ronin with thoughtful black eyes, at last prepared to ask the question which has danced upon her tongue. "Why are you alive?" she questions, innocently curious, her voice clean of ill-intent.
And that is what she does. Amalia directs Ronin through her kitchen, straightforward and patient as she teaches him her trade. Honey and cinnamon, ginger and eggs: the Chandrakant recipe is rampant with spices, aromatic and golden beneath their skilled hands. As they work they laugh and smile, some of the lingering iciness melting away. Amalia does not blame him for the Spire, the monster, the things that happened after.
She does not have room to blame anyone but herself.
When the at last make it into the oven, the girl exhales her relief. She is characteristically a mess: flour on her hands, a streak across her cheek, strands long hair having escaped its confines to coil around her face. Leaning her elbows on the counter, Amalia regards Ronin with thoughtful black eyes, at last prepared to ask the question which has danced upon her tongue. "Why are you alive?" she questions, innocently curious, her voice clean of ill-intent.
Amalia & Jyoti
born from dark water, daughters of the rain and snow
