fabled foreign tongues [Seasonal Event]

Surprisingly he obliges her, sending a flicker of excitement through the baker's eyes. The song which begins from behind the boughs is not one she knows or expects; but then, there is nothing familiar about this situation, singing with shadows on a Long Night eve. The tune is jaunty if unrefined, both girl and deer evidently intrigued. Curiosity itches and pulls at her fingers, her bones: she wants to turn, to look at him, but something deeper holds her back. Does she know this voice (she knows this voice), easy and mischievous, ripe with promise and delicious potential? It sends a shiver down her spine, an anticipation she cannot place. There is a mystery here, a game for which Amalia does not know the rules. There is something like companionship, something like interest, something- but she dares not look much closer, for fear the fragile fascination will devolve into her usual anxious, tumultuous trepidation. So she does not look, not at it and not at him, even as a laugh peals out behind her, even as his volume rises. Facing the forest, the deer, the world, she leave him in shadow but invites him to the light - come catch it, if you want it. He cannot see the smile that curves at her lips, the bright and eager anticipation shining in her eyes, the hot copper flush which colors her cheeks. He cannot hear the beating of her heart. They are making the rules up as they go, and he will have to play by hers just as she plays by his. "That's a lie, that's a lie, that's a lie, lie, lie!" Deimos <3 amalia i've been watching your kindness keep a lonely company - look at the fire and think of me