and look for the stars as the sun goes down
each breath that you take has a thunderous sound
each breath that you take has a thunderous sound
To see Amalia in the temple is hardly uncommon: indeed, aside from her bakery this is her most frequent haunt in the Settlement, the place she comes to clear her head. She's brought fresh scones for each of the heralds, ingredients chosen carefully to correspond with their personalities; they are laid out in front of the shrines in quiet offering, each one accompanied by a heartfelt prayer.
She is on her way out when she spots Bastien lingering in a pew. The sight catches her painfully off-guard; a wall of emotions nearly makes her stumble, memories of Kiada a physical weight on her mind. She can only assume the man knows, told by Wessex or Loren or Deimos, anyone with a relationship deeper than the tolerance they share, and yet...
She doesn't intend to stop but somehow she's standing before him. "Bastien." Her voice is low and hesitant, uncertainty lining her face. "I'm so... I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"
She is on her way out when she spots Bastien lingering in a pew. The sight catches her painfully off-guard; a wall of emotions nearly makes her stumble, memories of Kiada a physical weight on her mind. She can only assume the man knows, told by Wessex or Loren or Deimos, anyone with a relationship deeper than the tolerance they share, and yet...
She doesn't intend to stop but somehow she's standing before him. "Bastien." Her voice is low and hesitant, uncertainty lining her face. "I'm so... I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"
Amalia
