This is pointless. Amalia can see the fae's frustration, a mirror of her own. They will drive themselves into the ground this way, push and push until they break. Delah's blatant disdain for the baker's people, coupled with her willingness to sacrifice her own, rubs the girl all the wrong ways. She does not say the things that rise to her tongue, instead biting her lip in weary frustration, her thin face deepening into a harsh frown. Amalia Her eyes, they know too much. She'll treat you like somebody but you just can't touch. |
with a reverence unimpaired
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the Archangel
Baker ✓
Age: 30 | Height: 5'6 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Stormbreak Level: 5 - Strg: 49 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 52 - Luck: 49 - Int: JYOTI - Mythical - Starwhale (Humpback)
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