i sailed seas of emotions to wander a forest of scars
i am a dance of light and darkness
He does remember, which is a bit of a surprise, and is quick to apologize, which is more of a surprise. A slight incline of her head shows that she has heard him, and that the statement is appreciated, if nothing else. It is more than she expected from a Launcelyn, not really having seen them as an apologetic type. It soothes her edges a little, though not much, softening the lines of her angular face.
His next set of apologies is a strange one, though, and Amalia narrows her eyes curiously, biting down on her lip. "And what else might I blame you for?" the baker wonders aloud, tilting her head and pursing her lips, the books still clutched close to her chest. It is an honest question, genuine and curious: she would like to know her other sins before casting final judgment.
The offer to leave is one she would consider taking up, except now she's curious about him, now she feels a little bit challenged and a little bit unsafe. If he is a danger she would like to know, before another Zariah rises, before he strikes with magic and mischief. She knows that Remi loved him once, so she hopes he is not a monster. But Zariah's words curl again through her mind, and the girl knows she has to know. "Stay," she murmurs, her black eyes bright. "And if you're sorry, do better. Help us to prepare."
His next set of apologies is a strange one, though, and Amalia narrows her eyes curiously, biting down on her lip. "And what else might I blame you for?" the baker wonders aloud, tilting her head and pursing her lips, the books still clutched close to her chest. It is an honest question, genuine and curious: she would like to know her other sins before casting final judgment.
The offer to leave is one she would consider taking up, except now she's curious about him, now she feels a little bit challenged and a little bit unsafe. If he is a danger she would like to know, before another Zariah rises, before he strikes with magic and mischief. She knows that Remi loved him once, so she hopes he is not a monster. But Zariah's words curl again through her mind, and the girl knows she has to know. "Stay," she murmurs, her black eyes bright. "And if you're sorry, do better. Help us to prepare."
a galaxy of shadow and stars
AMALIA
