Amalia
"I... don't," Amalia says, shaking her head at the question. "Or not as strong as yours, anyway." The Outlanders have always seen to pick things up faster than them, a trait the girl now rather suspects is influenced by The Voice. She has known others who could create, of course, and even some who could craft items of magic, but so many? With such skill? "There are some people you could talk to, but you might be best off trying the library. Jigano might know where you can find a book on it."Taking another sip of tea, the girl lets the conversation drift away to more pleasant things: wedding plans and ceremonies, cakes and dresses and lanterns and fire. It is nice to escape from the world for a while, to pretend that everything is indeed okay, that a wedding is the biggest event of their future, rather than tyranny and oppression and loss.
When the time comes for the young man to take his leave, the baker is sad to see him go. She sends him off with treats for Aoife, and a promise to let her know when he would like to taste some cakes. Then she sets herself back to work, sighing deeply and trying to cling to the happy glow of friendship and peace.
she was like the moon-
part of her was always hidden away
part of her was always hidden away
