butterfly's repose [open!]

you drew memories in my mind I could never erase

painted colors in my heart I could never replace

Well, as long as they're on the same page. For a minute, at least - because then of course Ronin turns around and raises the level of chaos up to an eleven, turning into a luxere in the middle of the square and beginning to prance around like some kind of insane and beautiful beast instead of a dignified soldier. There's a couple beats where Amalia can only stare in stunned surprise and wonder what new disaster this will lead to, and then there's the point where she actually moves and begins to stop it, and then there's the painful realization that she's a split second too late.

The luxere's antlers become embroiled in canvas, and the entire stall around them begins to fall, and Amalia is reaching out ineffectually to try and contain it all, warm light solidifying to block the spread of apples and oranges through the plaza. Simultaneously she sets off after Ronin, whose little entourage has scattered away, leaving the luxere surrounded by little but the carnage of slain produce.

Into the carnage Amalia jumps, hands raised in a placating manner, her expression and demeanor the type you might assume to soothe a wild creature. "Hey, Ronin, let's calm down, yeah? I'll- let me get that canvas off you, and we can clean up this mess. Okay?"

meet me where the falling stars live

Amalia