Amalia
"Come on. We're going on a walk."
Thus unceremoniously had Amalia compelled Adam into the woods, her firm voice leaving no room for refusal, her fingers tight around his wrist. It had been some time since they trapped the golem beneath his house, longer since she stole the horn, and the baker had been hopeful that her friend might visit, his mood and outlook generally improved. But when time continued to pass without sign of him the girl grew uneasy, anxious, and a little hurt.
So she went in search of the self-proclaimed thief, her staff in one hand, a lantern in the other, and dragged him back to the woods. Truthfully, she has an ulterior motive for wanting a friend on this particular trip. Deimos had told her of Emmett's loss, and the girl had taken it hard, unprepared to deal with more hardship in a time already strained and dark. To hang a lantern in Ludo's woods seemed the least Amalia could do.
But she did not want to do it alone.
They reach the edge of the woods by midday, the distinct redness of the trees marking their arrival within the sacred grove. Sighing lightly, Amalia eases her pack off her shoulders, setting it at the base of a pine before producing two large ham and cheese rolls. "Hungry?" the baker asks of Adam, passing him one of the snacks before settling down onto the grass. "So. How's the new house?"
Thus unceremoniously had Amalia compelled Adam into the woods, her firm voice leaving no room for refusal, her fingers tight around his wrist. It had been some time since they trapped the golem beneath his house, longer since she stole the horn, and the baker had been hopeful that her friend might visit, his mood and outlook generally improved. But when time continued to pass without sign of him the girl grew uneasy, anxious, and a little hurt.
So she went in search of the self-proclaimed thief, her staff in one hand, a lantern in the other, and dragged him back to the woods. Truthfully, she has an ulterior motive for wanting a friend on this particular trip. Deimos had told her of Emmett's loss, and the girl had taken it hard, unprepared to deal with more hardship in a time already strained and dark. To hang a lantern in Ludo's woods seemed the least Amalia could do.
But she did not want to do it alone.
They reach the edge of the woods by midday, the distinct redness of the trees marking their arrival within the sacred grove. Sighing lightly, Amalia eases her pack off her shoulders, setting it at the base of a pine before producing two large ham and cheese rolls. "Hungry?" the baker asks of Adam, passing him one of the snacks before settling down onto the grass. "So. How's the new house?"
