It is nice to have a partner in crime, a person who is just as willing and able to make a mess out of creation as she has ever been. Amalia grins as she glances at Ronin, surveying the damage from flour and soot. "You've got a little something there," she laughs, gesturing vaguely at all of him, watching with quiet amusements as he stares at the cakes with all of the the faith of an impatient boy.
Ronin comes to stand beside her, and the baker scoots over to give him room. His answer is an easy enough thing at first, just what anyone else might say: to make the world better, to care for his child. It is not the thing she has asked for, and the girl tilts her head, considering pushing further. But she does not need to- Ronin tells a truer tale, and Amalia leans back, listening intently, her dark eyes never leaving his face. She catches the flush and raises an eyebrow, wondering the nature of this friend.
And when the story finally concludes, Amalia is left frozen, shock and awe and wonder and envy written on her face. "Mort?" the girl repeats softly, an aching reverence in her tone. "You... did you meet him? And Rae? And... and Vi?"
Ronin comes to stand beside her, and the baker scoots over to give him room. His answer is an easy enough thing at first, just what anyone else might say: to make the world better, to care for his child. It is not the thing she has asked for, and the girl tilts her head, considering pushing further. But she does not need to- Ronin tells a truer tale, and Amalia leans back, listening intently, her dark eyes never leaving his face. She catches the flush and raises an eyebrow, wondering the nature of this friend.
And when the story finally concludes, Amalia is left frozen, shock and awe and wonder and envy written on her face. "Mort?" the girl repeats softly, an aching reverence in her tone. "You... did you meet him? And Rae? And... and Vi?"
Amalia & Jyoti
born from dark water, daughters of the rain and snow
