Amalia
A deeper conversation is all I want from you-
It feels strange, not to find Remi at the artisan's guild. Not that she is not proud of Deimos for his leadership of the place, but a part of her has come to equate the hall and the curly haired alchemist, his notes strewn over tables and chairs, Aoife's handiwork scattered within. Amalia has not seen her friend since Long Night ended, except to discuss the stressful business of guarding portals; is he well, and Ronin, in the loss of their home? A twinge of guilt grips her for not checking earlier, but they have both been busy.And she is here today.
She pushes the door to the shop open slowly, dark eyes taking in the countless items that litter the shelves. Amalia has never been in the Alchemist's shop before, but it reminds her a little of Evie's, and she cannot help her fascination with the wares and wonders within. Behind her Jyoti trills a curious note, swimming up to investigate a spinning object on the ceiling.
- I want the words you're afraid to say:
the lonely ones you keep hidden
between the folds of your heart
