AmaLiA
Safrin's shield
The memory mud has been difficult to manage, but Amalia is slowly beginning to get a handle on shooing it out of inappropriate places. Today that place is the shore around the Oasis, where she has gone to collect slender cattails to use as decoration for Fiat Lux. The baker has countless fond memories of games involving the wispy reeds and their multitude of uses, including basket weaving, makeshift sword fights, and of course, making medicines with her mother and Rishima's young protege.
She hasn't seen as much of Evie as she would like, as she yearns. Things have been different between them for too long, ever since her mother died and the world began to change, but lately the girl has been aching for a chance to truly reconnect with her childhood friend.
So of course she cannot help the pattering excitement in her chest at the appearance of a shock of red hair among the trees, always recognizable, as dear to her as kin. Dark eyes widen in thrilled surprise at the sight of Evie across the pond; for a moment she nearly drops her armful of reeds, but then another idea sweeps through her mind, a little more playful a little more fun. From the other side of the water, the girl calls out, her voice carrying merrily in the crisp Flowerbirth air. "Want to see a magic trick?" Amalia's angular face is awash with merriment, her grin bewitching beneath dark eyes.
It's a call back to when they both were younger and the girl would beg her older sister to show her little spells, fascinated and a little jealous of the hidden abilities the redhead held. Show me a little magic, Evie, please please please! Now the baker is the one with new tricks, and she cannot wait to show them to her friend, to demonstrate the evidence of how much she has grown.
She hasn't seen as much of Evie as she would like, as she yearns. Things have been different between them for too long, ever since her mother died and the world began to change, but lately the girl has been aching for a chance to truly reconnect with her childhood friend.
So of course she cannot help the pattering excitement in her chest at the appearance of a shock of red hair among the trees, always recognizable, as dear to her as kin. Dark eyes widen in thrilled surprise at the sight of Evie across the pond; for a moment she nearly drops her armful of reeds, but then another idea sweeps through her mind, a little more playful a little more fun. From the other side of the water, the girl calls out, her voice carrying merrily in the crisp Flowerbirth air. "Want to see a magic trick?" Amalia's angular face is awash with merriment, her grin bewitching beneath dark eyes.
It's a call back to when they both were younger and the girl would beg her older sister to show her little spells, fascinated and a little jealous of the hidden abilities the redhead held. Show me a little magic, Evie, please please please! Now the baker is the one with new tricks, and she cannot wait to show them to her friend, to demonstrate the evidence of how much she has grown.
& once again I shall kiss the sky
