she had magic in her eyes even the stars envied
Amalia stares down into the hole and listens to Remi, shaking her head in amused disbelief at the logic of the man. It seems to her that there are other ways to build a skylight in their home, but the girl is a baker, not an architect, and so she does not comment.
She tries to keep the pain and guilt from her mind as he explains, nodding slowly in silent agreement, understanding the idea. A place for Ronin to pace and see the stars... she remembers their night on the bone bride, the darkness and weariness in the demigod King. Affectionately Amalia presses her beak into Remi's hair, grooming him gently as though to soothe his troubled mind. Okay, she answers simply, What can I do to help?
She tries to keep the pain and guilt from her mind as he explains, nodding slowly in silent agreement, understanding the idea. A place for Ronin to pace and see the stars... she remembers their night on the bone bride, the darkness and weariness in the demigod King. Affectionately Amalia presses her beak into Remi's hair, grooming him gently as though to soothe his troubled mind. Okay, she answers simply, What can I do to help?
