Amalia
don't make a shadow of yourself, always shutting out the light
"It is." Amalia cannot prevent the breath of exhilaration, the awe which exhales from her lips as she remembers adventures in the past. Watching Melita dance across the boughs, the baker tilts her tawny head, watching the fire-haired maiden with a certain fondness of memory. Perhaps she sees a bit of herself in the younger girl's stance, the wild and wily playfulness that Amalia could have been. "Wings would suit you," she muses softly, a thoughtful smile on her lips as the redhead settles in beside her, spreading sinew and supplies.
Together they work side by side, each making patterns from half-lost memory, neither particularly skilled in this craft. Surprisingly, Amalia is glad for company, happy to have her silence broken by Melita's strain of focused hums. To sit beside someone and be asked for nothing: it is a rare pleasantry, she think, a gift she did not know she needed.
Finally Melita breaks the silence, and Amalia looks up from her ongoing work. "Rexanna helped make them- and others, too. My grandmother used to have a big party before Fiat Lux, and invite anyone who wanted to come bake. Now it's mostly just me, though." The smile on her lips is fond but distant, memories dulling her vibrant eyes. Amalia misses those simpler days, when life made sense and the world was small.
Together they work side by side, each making patterns from half-lost memory, neither particularly skilled in this craft. Surprisingly, Amalia is glad for company, happy to have her silence broken by Melita's strain of focused hums. To sit beside someone and be asked for nothing: it is a rare pleasantry, she think, a gift she did not know she needed.
Finally Melita breaks the silence, and Amalia looks up from her ongoing work. "Rexanna helped make them- and others, too. My grandmother used to have a big party before Fiat Lux, and invite anyone who wanted to come bake. Now it's mostly just me, though." The smile on her lips is fond but distant, memories dulling her vibrant eyes. Amalia misses those simpler days, when life made sense and the world was small.
