Amalia
A graceful escape from her invitation, and Amalia cannot blame him. She extended the offer, did what she can; she nods agreement with the statement of next time, a faint and unreadable smile on her face. "Next time," the baker agrees softly, running her fingers over her shield as Jyoti looks on.Back into the bakery they walk, and Amalia offers Astra one last handful of grain as Loren prepares to leave. His slightly bumbling gratitude has her raising a brow, her cheeks colored just a little as she rises, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.
"Thank you," the girl replies, clearly bemused by his pressing gratitude. For what? "And... Likewise. I'm generally pretty easy to find." An awkward chuckle, a shake of her head, and she watches the mage walk out of the shop, simultaneously lonely and relieved.
she was like the moon-
part of her was always hidden away
part of her was always hidden away
