AMALIA
you're staring at the sky
watching stars collide
As it happens, Jyoti's reemergence into Amalia's awareness works well in the large man's favor. The starcalf is a comet of energy and abundance, crashing upon the baker's mind with all the weight of a glittering tide. Breaching before her surprised girl, she imparts visions and feelings of adventure, tries to convey the joy of dancing, the teasing and playing she has done. Jyoti is happy, exuberant, reckless and free; it is all Amalia can do to laugh, her dark eyes glittering with the whale's reflection as she tries to make sense of the myriad of scenes. "Slow down!" she cries, reaching to pluck the child from the air, her fingers teasing gently upon her spine. "You've been getting into trouble, hmm? And where is-"watching stars collide
She need not have asked, should have known what it would invite. Deimos' voice in her ear sends a shiver down the girl's spine, surprise making her jump and spin, a wild creature caught in a trap. Clutching her own basket to her chest, Amalia stares wide-eyed a moment before breaking into a vibrant grin, happiness radiant on her face. She cannot help it: she is always awed, left in wonder by his attention, the idea that in a sea of heartbeats he would focus in on hers. "Deimos." A reverent hum, melodious and teasing, her voice chasing as her body does not. Oh, she yearns to reach for him, to grab and steal the thing he offers, the idea of a present utterly astounding, proof that he thinks of her when she is not there, that she owns a portion of his mind.
Dancing delicately on bare feet, Amalia laughs at his attempts at coyness, a mischievous echo on her own face. "I have something for you, too." The basket waves between them a moment before vanishing behind her back, both hands locked upon the handle, wicked teasing on her lips. Stepping sideways she inches toward him, legs crossing beneath the long white dress. "Whatever shall we do?"
