there were so many fewer questions when stars were still just the holes to heaven
Despite coming to Torchline with Gideon, it took Amalia little time to distance herself from the Priest. Instead she found herself wandering out of the city, enjoying the familiar smells of salt and sea and ash and jungle that mark the seaside town. She'd called this place home for a time, brief as it had been; now she remembers that chapter of her life with the rose-tinted glow of nostalgia.
It's dinnertime and she's considering heading back to check on her wayward companion, when the sight of a stranger off the side of the road catches her attention. She's still a way off, but even so she thinks she recognizes him, though what he's doing here is anyone's guess. Blinking, Amalia begins to walk forward, leaving the path to stride barefoot among the stones. Her voice takes on a sardonic edge as she calls across the brush: "What're you doi- oh. Oh, Mort, I--- sorry, I thought you were someone else."
Because as soon as she begins the question Amalia knows she's made a mistake. This is not Gideon: rather, this is an entirely unknown man who bears a striking resemblance to Gideon, and whom she is now staring blankly at, splotches of color high on her cheeks.
It's dinnertime and she's considering heading back to check on her wayward companion, when the sight of a stranger off the side of the road catches her attention. She's still a way off, but even so she thinks she recognizes him, though what he's doing here is anyone's guess. Blinking, Amalia begins to walk forward, leaving the path to stride barefoot among the stones. Her voice takes on a sardonic edge as she calls across the brush: "What're you doi- oh. Oh, Mort, I--- sorry, I thought you were someone else."
Because as soon as she begins the question Amalia knows she's made a mistake. This is not Gideon: rather, this is an entirely unknown man who bears a striking resemblance to Gideon, and whom she is now staring blankly at, splotches of color high on her cheeks.
Amalia
