i sailed seas of emotions to wander a forest of scars
i am a dance of light and darkness
Why not, he replies, as though it were that simple, as though she were more than a failure, more than the nothing that sums up her parts. A shy, small smile lights her face as she watches with growing curiosity as Deimos reaches into his pockets, wondering what they are going to produce.
Whatever she expects, it is not what she sees. "Oh," Amalia murmurs breathlessly, eyes bright in wonder and disbelief as she takes in the delicate creation, reaching out with careful fingers to ghost across the charms. "It's beautiful." Stars for Safrin - another pang of bittersweet pain - and a moon as well, but these are not the dearest forms. No, it is the minute unicorn, the delicate whale, and of course the vulture, sword, and shield, that bring tears rising to the baker's eyes, leave her speechless and overwhelmed.
The face that turns to Kiada is positively glowing with surprise and happiness and adoration; there are no words to explain how much the gift means, and so she stands there, stupefied, her angular cheeks awash in pink and stained with silent tears. "Thank you," she manages to choke out at last, reaching out to wrap Kiada in another fierce hug before turning back to the Sword and the necklace and beaming up at him. "I don't deserve this. You-"
A pause, a flash of bemusement, and then Amalia starts to laugh, a riotous outcry of delight and amusement that rings through the small space like a warm summer breeze. At last the Shield catches her breath, and it is like a cloud has passed away, like sunlight after a breaking storm. "There's something on your head," she manages with another soft laugh, reaching up to gently caress the tiger ears that peek out from his wild mane. "I think they suit you-" and she lets her own grow soft and round, similarly situated atop the girl's head.
Whatever she expects, it is not what she sees. "Oh," Amalia murmurs breathlessly, eyes bright in wonder and disbelief as she takes in the delicate creation, reaching out with careful fingers to ghost across the charms. "It's beautiful." Stars for Safrin - another pang of bittersweet pain - and a moon as well, but these are not the dearest forms. No, it is the minute unicorn, the delicate whale, and of course the vulture, sword, and shield, that bring tears rising to the baker's eyes, leave her speechless and overwhelmed.
The face that turns to Kiada is positively glowing with surprise and happiness and adoration; there are no words to explain how much the gift means, and so she stands there, stupefied, her angular cheeks awash in pink and stained with silent tears. "Thank you," she manages to choke out at last, reaching out to wrap Kiada in another fierce hug before turning back to the Sword and the necklace and beaming up at him. "I don't deserve this. You-"
A pause, a flash of bemusement, and then Amalia starts to laugh, a riotous outcry of delight and amusement that rings through the small space like a warm summer breeze. At last the Shield catches her breath, and it is like a cloud has passed away, like sunlight after a breaking storm. "There's something on your head," she manages with another soft laugh, reaching up to gently caress the tiger ears that peek out from his wild mane. "I think they suit you-" and she lets her own grow soft and round, similarly situated atop the girl's head.
a galaxy of shadow and stars
AMALIA
