Amalia
Interruption.
Amalia spins around at the sound of the greeting, not yet knowing to be alarmed, though that will swiftly change. The sight of the woman is a slap on the face, ice freezing with deadly grip in her chest. The baker has not forgotten, not at all, and though her expression is largely neutral it is only through great force of will. She remembers fire, and anger, and words hissed in the night, accusations thrown with wild abandon, striking and biting down to the quick.
Today Roana speaks in a kindly voice, as though they are not enemies, as though the woman had not threatened to murder her dearest friend. It sets the girl further on edge, makes her more uncomfortable than she already is. Gripping her staff, Amalia does not return the fighter's smile: her face is hard lines and clenched jaw, a dangerous and rarely woken fury sniping at her tongue. "I know who you are," the wraith replies, her alto tone uncharacteristically short and flat. And then, because she cannot help it, because she has a million lacerations in her soul, trauma after trauma tucked away and never given face until now- "And I want nothing from you."
Amalia spins around at the sound of the greeting, not yet knowing to be alarmed, though that will swiftly change. The sight of the woman is a slap on the face, ice freezing with deadly grip in her chest. The baker has not forgotten, not at all, and though her expression is largely neutral it is only through great force of will. She remembers fire, and anger, and words hissed in the night, accusations thrown with wild abandon, striking and biting down to the quick.
Today Roana speaks in a kindly voice, as though they are not enemies, as though the woman had not threatened to murder her dearest friend. It sets the girl further on edge, makes her more uncomfortable than she already is. Gripping her staff, Amalia does not return the fighter's smile: her face is hard lines and clenched jaw, a dangerous and rarely woken fury sniping at her tongue. "I know who you are," the wraith replies, her alto tone uncharacteristically short and flat. And then, because she cannot help it, because she has a million lacerations in her soul, trauma after trauma tucked away and never given face until now- "And I want nothing from you."
