meet me where the falling stars live
I will wait for you day and night
She blushes in embarrassment and frustration as he reaches down to grab the spoon, her stubborn pride not yet adjusted to the shift in how she experiences the world. "Thank you." Closing the rest of the gap to the table, Amalia deposits her bounty upon in while the stranger begins to explain his purpose, earning an eyebrow raise of surprise.Part of her balks at the idea that he is here at Safrin's behest - she has yet to see the goddess herself, since letting the temple fall - but another part brightens, curious and eager as she turns her dark eyes up to him again. "Safrin sent you to see me?" She tries to keep her voice calm, remembering the last time this happened, when Delphia decided they were to return to the Spire. "Sorry- just a second."
In a moment Amalia shifts to an owl, rising from the wheelchair to light gently upon the bench. When she shifts back her legs are tucked beneath her, and some feathers remain on her shoulders, in her hair. With measured familiarity she begins the process of creating food from disparate ingredients. "Why... what did you need me for, ah...?" She trails off, realizing she does not know his name. Oops.
Amalia
