Amalia isn't sure if she should feel reassured or uneasy by his refusal, so instead she bows her head, letting golden hair fall over her shoulder and hide some of the rose which dusts her cheeks. "Delah did say they already asked," she mentions, her fingers fidgeting on the counter. "But I suppose it wouldn't hurt to try again." She wants to do something, but cannot say what. There must be a solution. If only she were smart enough to know where to look.
"Take all of them," Amalia replies quickly, her smile blooming once again. "And let me know what the reception is." Reaching beneath the counter, she procures a large sheet of brown paper in which to wrap the cakes. They are cool enough that they won't get soggy, or so the girl hopes as she begins to stack them, carefully arranging them so they do not break. "Perhaps next time you can all come, and stay for dinner? Or I could come to the guild..."
She trails off, realizing she has just invited herself into their home, their lives, and laughs uncomfortably, dropping her eyes. They are not friends - are they friends? - and this is a business transaction, and besides, why would they want her there, when they are a family and she is alone, her own family having crumbled at the seams long, long ago.
"Take all of them," Amalia replies quickly, her smile blooming once again. "And let me know what the reception is." Reaching beneath the counter, she procures a large sheet of brown paper in which to wrap the cakes. They are cool enough that they won't get soggy, or so the girl hopes as she begins to stack them, carefully arranging them so they do not break. "Perhaps next time you can all come, and stay for dinner? Or I could come to the guild..."
She trails off, realizing she has just invited herself into their home, their lives, and laughs uncomfortably, dropping her eyes. They are not friends - are they friends? - and this is a business transaction, and besides, why would they want her there, when they are a family and she is alone, her own family having crumbled at the seams long, long ago.
Amalia & Jyoti
born from dark water, daughters of the rain and snow
