Amalia
the shield of safrin
She waits for the wood to begin smoking anew before turning back to the now-kindled fire, staring at the rising flames with hard, bright eyes. "It's going to be a problem, if I can't handle your starlight." Dry and glittering with dark amusement, she glances back at Ronin. "The next time we do something stupid." Because it's inevitable, isn't it? They're going to wind up doing something dumb.
Sitting back down in the sand, Amalia rummages in her pack and brings out some small treasures. Meat pies, portable; a loaf of bread; and of course, a large canteen of some sort of liquor that tastes vaguely like juniper, leftover from one of Remi's visits. She passes this to Ronin first, figuring it's the thing he's most likely to want. "Speaking of. Want to go explore an underground library sometime?"
Sitting back down in the sand, Amalia rummages in her pack and brings out some small treasures. Meat pies, portable; a loaf of bread; and of course, a large canteen of some sort of liquor that tastes vaguely like juniper, leftover from one of Remi's visits. She passes this to Ronin first, figuring it's the thing he's most likely to want. "Speaking of. Want to go explore an underground library sometime?"
She wants the silence but fears the solitude
she wants to be alone and together with you
she wants to be alone and together with you
