Amalia
the shield of safrin
Of all the things Amalia expected to have happen today, being asked May I hug you by a demigoddess does not even rank on the baker's list. All she can do is stare back blankly, color rising on her cheeks. "Um... yes?" the girl allows uncertainly, never one to say no to a deity (and in truth, not at all opposed to the offer so much as entirely taken aback). With a slight, awkward laugh she steps into Delphia's embrace, trying and failing to keep the lush fur from rising uncertainly on her shoulders and neck.As the demigoddess lets go Amalia steps back, reaching up nervously to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "Um... thank you," she says softly, earnest in her gratitude, if still a little bemused by the whole thing. It sounds like something she might have said to someone else, but Amalia will always hold herself to a standard apart from others she knows.
Her attempts to evade this responsibility are either ignored or disregarded by the demigoddess, causing Amalia to quirk a smile. "I suppose we will," she agrees softly, nodding her head. "I can speak to them if you like... and we can make a plan for the summer? And for today, please let me send you with whatever you like from the shop... I have fresh cinnamon rolls, and berry scones that should be ready soon."
someday we'll find what we're looking for
or maybe not
maybe we'll find something much greater
