Amalia
His earnest desire to be accepted by the gods strikes a chord within the girl; she drops her head, smiling slightly, not sure what to say. She doesn't have the heart to tell him that his magic will always taint him, make him less in their eyes.Hadn't she been nothing mere years ago? And now, isn't she more?
"I should get back to work," the girl says instead, the words softened by her warm expression and an awkward bow of her head. "You, ah, you know where to find me. If you want to talk again."
And with that she turns to walk away, back to her bakery and her bread.
{Fin}
she was like the moon-
part of her was always hidden away
part of her was always hidden away
