[SWE] Capturing the Sun

Oh, to be here, beneath the moon, for once accepted among the Fae, the praises of Safrin on their lips-! Amalia can think of nothing grander. She relishes every moment of it, from the first slow refrains to the laughter and light, starlit canopies and moon-faced beings creating an ambiance of mysterious wonder. The girl, for her part, is gowned in white, a long loose dress upon her frame, her shoulders covered with a crimson scarf. Golden hair hangs wild and free, framing her delicate olive face, and her eyes are rimmed in kohl. It is as close as she comes to creating spectacle, to dressing up the features she does not love. Normally, Amalia does not bother, does not think herself capable of anything but the caricature of grace, a child wearing adult clothes. But tonight, for once, she wants to be beautiful: for the Fae, for Safrin, for him. She spots him easily among the crowd (always has, always will). Jyoti is the first to fly to him, swimming across unseen tides to circle around the beacon who holds her soulmate's heart. From across the clearing Amalia smiles, hoping to catch his eye. Will he notice the effort she has put in, know that it is for him? Deimos, Deimos, her mind sings silently, aching to follow her starlit calf, to fling herself upon his grace, extend the gift tucked in her basket, beneath a mountain of bread. But there are many who she wants to visit, countless for whom she cares, and the sea of bodies between them is a veritable flood. The baker drifts among them all, stopping for a second to give a hug or smile, snacks and greetings extended to any who would deign to catch her eye. A grin for Ronin, a greeting for Ianto, a gentle kiss upon the cheek for Jigano as he goes to sweep Melita away. To each of them she offers affection, brought from her shell by a rare exuberance, the anxiety within her for once beating bright. And all the while she gravitates toward Deimos, falling ever further into his orbit, two comets set to collide in the night. It is only when she reaches Remi that the starlit baker stills, finally distracted from the Reaper she loves. "Remi," she greets the boy aloud, hoping not to startle him, though she is sure Isla has already made him more than aware of her presence by his side. She has not seen him since that evening: much of her hopes that he is healed, but a greater part knows it cannot be true, that even if his vision returns there are scars upon scars which may never again fade. Reaching into her now-lighter basket, the girl produces an oaty roll, offering it to the unicorn upon whom her friend rides. "Will you dance with me, Remi?" Amalia offers, extending up a gentle hand, hoping to ease him down to the ground, to be a bastion in his time of grief. Feel free to say Amalia stopped to say hi to/offer your character snacks! Amalia i've been watching your kindness keep a lonely company - look at the fire and think of me