Amalia
Ianto's confidence is further comfort. So rarely has she seen anyone else as trusting in the gods; it makes her breathe a little easier, knowing she is not alone. Safrin's state had shaken the quiet baker to her core, but as she stands beside the fox the girl inhales, remembering the face of Vi, the promise of the roses.
Remembering to hope.
Invigorated, she is able to lean into the change in subject with a little more light in her face, tilting her head as he mentions being gone for a season. "Where were you?" the girl wonders- "Did you get past the storms?"
Remembering to hope.
Invigorated, she is able to lean into the change in subject with a little more light in her face, tilting her head as he mentions being gone for a season. "Where were you?" the girl wonders- "Did you get past the storms?"
don't make a shadow of yourself, always shutting out the light
