[PQ] [SE] Sing Down the Stars

Amalia, of course, has brought food, a collection of rolls in summer flavors: garlic and rosemary, cardamom and honey, sage and thyme and cheese. In a light green coat she ventures forth, Jyoti resting in her hood. Both are excited to join their friends, to sing beneath stars and herald the rise of Safrin, though the baker feels anxious too, insecure within her task. The starwhale is an echo of the goddess herself; Amalia can only hope to provide some small semblance of imagery, a dim facsimile of the beauty and wonder that makes the goddess the girl loves. Coming upon the firelit glade, Amalia shifts her staff between fingers before drifting from the trees. Jigano is there, his silver hair gleaming in the orange glow; and Deimos, stalwart and shadowed, a monolith among them, causing her heart to catch in her throat. "Hello, she murmurs quietly, reaching up with nervous fingers to push away a lock of the hair which has escaped her golden plait. She had hoped to see more people: Rory at least, and perhaps Rexanna, but so far they are three alone. Jyoti trills and flies ahead,  searching for Isuma and leaving the baker alone. She does not know where to sit, and who by, so Amalia continues to stand. "I brought some food." Smiling shyly (why shy, why nervous, why does her heart beat like a drum?) she pulls out the rolls, striding to offer some to Jigano before coming to pause before the behemoth, the mountainous man who holds her heart. She wants him to lead, to tell her what he desires, how much he is willing to share. She does not fear Jigano's judgment, but she respects the Reaper's privacy, and will not reveal the wound she has made of him unless he wishes it to be so. a m a l i a You were young and you'd stare With a reverence unimpaired Searching in your dark eyes to find the stars already there