[PQ] [SE] Sing Down the Stars

The invitation is extended and accepted. Casting a shy smile toward Jigano, Amalia sits by Deimos' side, her hand ghosting gently over his, their shoulders breaths away from touch. Will he sing tonight, she wonders, be the boisterous boy who lurks beneath the facade of icy chill? There is nothing she wants more than that, to bring him into the embrace of her loved ones, unite the pieces of the family that she has so fervently built. Lightly flushed, the baker busies herself with producing more foodstuffs, pointedly looking anywhere but at the present men. From her bag comes even more: a loaf of cheese bread, a tankard of tea. She lies these out as Deimos rises, though she cannot help the catch of breath in her lungs as she watches him create a rod and spit, his magic spun miraculous, building something out of air. Through lowered lashes Amalia stares, her dark eyes sparkling with fascinated affection, pleasure with the situation warming narrow bones. As Deimos returns to his position the baker rises in her turn, a cup of tea and slice of bread brought over to Jigano. For a moment she pauses once again, letting her gaze slip between them, a contented smile on the slender face as they exchange ideas, thoughts and plans. Her eyes meet Deimos' and the girl grins, remembering that day beneath the trees, their rancorous onslaught on the Luxere's ears. So much has changed from then to now; it is dizzying to comprehend. Returning to her place at Deimos' side, the girl hums thoughtfully, her chin in her hands. "Friendship," the girl suggests at last, looking pointedly between the men, a smile softening her face. "And new beginnings." a m a l i a You were young and you'd stare With a reverence unimpaired Searching in your dark eyes to find the stars already there