Ronin has more mouths to feed, and besides, Amalia always has more leftovers than she could possibly need. There is no part of her which questions giving him all the cakes: it is the Chandrakant way to give and give, and Amalia cannot go against her breeding. Wrapping the remaining loaves, the baker presents them to Ronin proudly, always happy to have done a day's work. "You'll have to tell me how Aoife likes them. And how they taste in general."
Remarkably, Ronin accepts the offer, extending a promise of future meetings. A bashful laugh rolls off her tongue, but her dark eyes glitter with shy delight as she nods, color rising to her cheeks. "Okay." Shyness is in her nature, anxiety the color of her blood, but she will certainly try. She is growing, branching, forming bonds.
She is beginning to feel less alone.
Jyoti calls a parting song as the pair turns to walk away, and Amalia echoes with her own farewell. "Vi guide your steps," she answers, a familiar phrase, waving a slender hand. Then, sighing, she turns around and returns to never completed work.
Remarkably, Ronin accepts the offer, extending a promise of future meetings. A bashful laugh rolls off her tongue, but her dark eyes glitter with shy delight as she nods, color rising to her cheeks. "Okay." Shyness is in her nature, anxiety the color of her blood, but she will certainly try. She is growing, branching, forming bonds.
She is beginning to feel less alone.
Jyoti calls a parting song as the pair turns to walk away, and Amalia echoes with her own farewell. "Vi guide your steps," she answers, a familiar phrase, waving a slender hand. Then, sighing, she turns around and returns to never completed work.
Amalia & Jyoti
born from dark water, daughters of the rain and snow
