in the right heaven-yellow light, anything could be
holy enough to save you
Despite not being able to see, she makes it to the Bakery off of memory alone. At least her hands and arms work now, paired with that very same bandana that Deimos made for her that she can easily tie around the space where eyes no longer exist. But there’s hope, hope that she can get a new set – to be able to see again. And with it, perhaps the ability to try and befriend someone she should have known far before now.Especially if her connection to Deimos is worth anything.
She knocks at the door of the Bakery, hoping that perhaps the Shield of Safrin is indoors, that she might be willing to help lead the Ascended to the Glade to retrieve a clear glow stone. “Amalia, are you home?” She calls as she knocks, pulling her hood tighter around her despite not feeling the chill in the air.
REXANNA
