Amalia
only lonely hid the morning from the stars
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What was it with people and bringing her things? Amalia watches sidelong as Maea begins to unload her wares, still too dull to feel as bemused as she might have under different circumstances. Idly she wonders if Maea doesn't enjoy this, being on the other side. If she came her to gloat bat their role reversal, or to point out how thoroughly Amalia wasted her opportunities, how fall she has fallen.
Normally she wouldn't believe the lake girl capable of such cruelty, but something about being a bedridden invalid has left her to suspect the worst of the world.
"So where were you? If not dead." Still bland, Amalia at least makes an effort to look over at this ghost of her childhood. Amalia has never been good at interacting with the wounded, yet here she is, their broken queen.
Turning her dark eyes to the flowers, she wonders bitterly if Ronin would be proud.
Normally she wouldn't believe the lake girl capable of such cruelty, but something about being a bedridden invalid has left her to suspect the worst of the world.
"So where were you? If not dead." Still bland, Amalia at least makes an effort to look over at this ghost of her childhood. Amalia has never been good at interacting with the wounded, yet here she is, their broken queen.
Turning her dark eyes to the flowers, she wonders bitterly if Ronin would be proud.
