Amalia
She grins as Coffee plays with the piece of bread, watching Jyoti swim over to investigate the larger companion, trilling playfully at the young dragon. The starwhale has never expressed much interest in food - when pressed by Amalia, she's tried to explain a complicated system of starlight and cosmic energy filtered through dreams and silver skin. But it does not mean she isn't interested in the concept, the smell, and most of all, in play.
Turning back to Adam, the girl arches a tawny brow at the implication clearly made, her cheeks blooming a little pink. "Oh? How'd that happen?" she prods, remembering the quiet, dark haired boy, a little surprised but not disapproving. Mockingly rueful, she shakes her head, trying to affect a disappointed look. "Does this mean I've lost my chance, then? And I was finally starting to warm to the idea."
If the baker flushed at the light flirtation, she colors crimson at his follow-up. "Ah.." she falters, pushing back a lock of hair, a charming smile lighting her expressive olive face as she thinks of her stalwart lover. "His name is Deimos. He, ah, he was one of the ones who came for us, when we were in the pit. The, uh, the quiet one." Has she ever really talked about it, about them, the thing they've been building since Fiat Lux? There's been so many other things to focus on, so many bigger issues in her mind. It is nice, she thinks, to sit with a friend and gossip about life.
Turning back to Adam, the girl arches a tawny brow at the implication clearly made, her cheeks blooming a little pink. "Oh? How'd that happen?" she prods, remembering the quiet, dark haired boy, a little surprised but not disapproving. Mockingly rueful, she shakes her head, trying to affect a disappointed look. "Does this mean I've lost my chance, then? And I was finally starting to warm to the idea."
If the baker flushed at the light flirtation, she colors crimson at his follow-up. "Ah.." she falters, pushing back a lock of hair, a charming smile lighting her expressive olive face as she thinks of her stalwart lover. "His name is Deimos. He, ah, he was one of the ones who came for us, when we were in the pit. The, uh, the quiet one." Has she ever really talked about it, about them, the thing they've been building since Fiat Lux? There's been so many other things to focus on, so many bigger issues in her mind. It is nice, she thinks, to sit with a friend and gossip about life.
