Amalia
only lonely hid the morning from the stars
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Their conversation has taken a strange course indeed, from starwhales and doubts to trapped tulmhainar. Leaning back against the tree Amalia watches Safrin rise, grateful to the goddess for once again giving her something to cling to, a purpose to fulfill. She nods in response to the being's instructions, already thinking of whom to ask, who would be best to assist such a mission. Three come swiftly to her mind, though one she doubts would deign to agree-
But she will cross that bridge when she comes to it, along with many others.
For now the night is waning on, and dawn lurks at its fringes. Jyoti trills a quiet song, coming to settle in Amalia's lap, and as the girl strokes the calf she watches Safrin thoughtfully, a final question biting eager at the tip of her tongue. It seems inappropriate, inopportune, too bold-
And yet hadn't boldness paid off for her, led her here, to this miraculous point?
"Safrin," the pious baker breathes, ever hopeful, ever afraid. "Would you... would you care to watch the sunrise with us? We would be honored- we already are, and grateful you took the time to speak to us tonight. But if you would like..." And she trails off, utterly unsure how to finish, her throat in her mouth and her heart on her sleeve.
But she will cross that bridge when she comes to it, along with many others.
For now the night is waning on, and dawn lurks at its fringes. Jyoti trills a quiet song, coming to settle in Amalia's lap, and as the girl strokes the calf she watches Safrin thoughtfully, a final question biting eager at the tip of her tongue. It seems inappropriate, inopportune, too bold-
And yet hadn't boldness paid off for her, led her here, to this miraculous point?
"Safrin," the pious baker breathes, ever hopeful, ever afraid. "Would you... would you care to watch the sunrise with us? We would be honored- we already are, and grateful you took the time to speak to us tonight. But if you would like..." And she trails off, utterly unsure how to finish, her throat in her mouth and her heart on her sleeve.
