she had magic in her eyes even the stars envied
Alas, her knock is answered.
He doesn't seem pleased- or is that just her, anxiety and doubt projected onto his vacant face, his slightly dimmed smile? Looking away from his face, Amalia leans over to greet Aoife instead, taking sanctuary in the infant's lack of judgment. A finger traces across her toes, her thigh; "Sorry,", she murmurs, still not looking at Ronin, a frown on her expressive face. Rising back up she follows the man inside, her arms crossed tight against her chest despite the oppressive heat.
What can I do for you? is a weighted question, not a friendly one, but this is not a friendly visit, is it? Amalia has never been in the guildhall: her eyes roam the trophies and structures within, as though looking for answers among the dust and hides. "We used to go to the Oasis on days like this." She bites her lip, not really sure what else to say, how to transition from some weather we're having? to so how do you feel about rebellions? Reaching up, she grabs her braid anxiously, pulling at the plaited hair. "I saw your name on the enlistment board," the baker says instead, looking curiously at a shelf in the corner to hide her expression of uncertainty. "When I went to add mine."
He doesn't seem pleased- or is that just her, anxiety and doubt projected onto his vacant face, his slightly dimmed smile? Looking away from his face, Amalia leans over to greet Aoife instead, taking sanctuary in the infant's lack of judgment. A finger traces across her toes, her thigh; "Sorry,", she murmurs, still not looking at Ronin, a frown on her expressive face. Rising back up she follows the man inside, her arms crossed tight against her chest despite the oppressive heat.
What can I do for you? is a weighted question, not a friendly one, but this is not a friendly visit, is it? Amalia has never been in the guildhall: her eyes roam the trophies and structures within, as though looking for answers among the dust and hides. "We used to go to the Oasis on days like this." She bites her lip, not really sure what else to say, how to transition from some weather we're having? to so how do you feel about rebellions? Reaching up, she grabs her braid anxiously, pulling at the plaited hair. "I saw your name on the enlistment board," the baker says instead, looking curiously at a shelf in the corner to hide her expression of uncertainty. "When I went to add mine."
