in bloom [seasonal event!]

Amalia watched as the woman produced pen and paper and proceeded to write, still unaccustomed to anyone taking such a passionate interest in the Long Night procedures. Still, Rexanna's smile set her slightly at ease; the anxious baker began to rethink her retreat, eyeing the woman with uncertain interest. Maybe she had been wrong to take offense, or worry that the brunette stranger did, but it was difficult to be sure. The nymph had always lacked social graces, and even now she is an awkward thing, ever hovering somewhere between uncomfortable and over-enthused. But the woman did not ask Amalia to leave - on the contrary. There was something deeply unsettling about hearing mundane questions in a sultry purr - perhaps it was a custom from wherever this woman came from, to speak so? The girl frowned but answered softly, her voice a murmur in the quiet Temple hall. "Snow moss works well - you can find it on rocks and trees." It concerned her deeply that they didn't know, the Outlanders who had come upon this place in droves. How many others were at a loss? How many would die for their ignorance, their blasé treatment of Caido and its devilry? Amalia shifted again beneath the woman's gaze, and looked down at the bag of grain at her feet. "I'm bringing this home to the bakery," she offered by way of explanation, "To... bake." She shrugged inelegantly, somewhat at a loss for how to proceed. "Do you have somewhere to go for Long Night? With food?" amalia i've been watching your kindness keep a lonely company - look at the fire and think of me