[SE] we counted galaxies

Amalia Though their trip to Torchline is ostensibly for business, it can hardly hurt to throw some pleasure in as well, can it? This is what Amalia thinks as she stand barefoot on the sand, eyes closed and arms outstretched, the sea breeze whipping at her light cotton dress and long gold hair. The smell of salt is intoxicating, so different after from the earthy aroma of the air in the Grounds, and the sun-! It tickles her skin in pins and needles, and though she knows it will burn and peel later, the Shield doesn't mind. She is going to enjoy this last respite with her husband, before the darkness falls. She opens her eyes at Deimos' question, fixing the Sword with a glittering gaze, a radiant, challenging smile. "I think someone promised swimming lessons, oh so long ago." Not that she needs them anymore - her shifts more than make up for her human inadequacies - but she wants to show him what he can do, the newest form itching delightfully underneath her skin. reach for the stars: but child, first recognize the constellations of light you already carry inside you