I belong to you the way the moon belongs to the stars
She accepts Kiada's hug more than willingly, taking the Harpy into her embrace with an affectionate mental pulse. "He's nice," she whispers against her hair, an endorsement easily given at this point. Nothing more to base judgement on than one chance meeting, but a pleasant one for all of that. Stepping back, she gestures to the spread. "This is lovely. You never fail to impress, Kia."
She watches Jyoti go off to frolic with slightly softer eyes, moving to take a seat beside Deimos, unsure what else to do. It is eerie and uncomfortable, not being the hostess, the one in charge with busy hands. Before long Amalia finds herself fidgeting, her fingers wrung beneath the table while lilac curls into the gold of her hair.
But Chuy breaks into the awkwardness with an admirable aplomb. Admirable, and woefully naive, opening up the floor for questions from two who can cut like knives. Though Deimos may be a master of subtlety and the steady rise, Amalia knows no such talent. Looking straight at Chulane with frank dark eyes, the Shield voices her first question: "Do you plan to stay in Halo?" Are you taking her away?
She watches Jyoti go off to frolic with slightly softer eyes, moving to take a seat beside Deimos, unsure what else to do. It is eerie and uncomfortable, not being the hostess, the one in charge with busy hands. Before long Amalia finds herself fidgeting, her fingers wrung beneath the table while lilac curls into the gold of her hair.
But Chuy breaks into the awkwardness with an admirable aplomb. Admirable, and woefully naive, opening up the floor for questions from two who can cut like knives. Though Deimos may be a master of subtlety and the steady rise, Amalia knows no such talent. Looking straight at Chulane with frank dark eyes, the Shield voices her first question: "Do you plan to stay in Halo?" Are you taking her away?
the stars in your eyes will bring me back
and once again, i will kiss the sky
and once again, i will kiss the sky
Amalia
