Amalia
only lonely hid the morning from the stars
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A blink, and the god is sitting before her, his proximity bringing a vibrant flush of delighted surprise to her expressive face. Despite her sadnesses, her misgivings, the baker cannot help but relish this experience, a tidal wave of joyous awe rising within her at the presence of her god. His comment makes her drop her head, a little surprised, a confused half-smile breaking through her gloom. "I... She matters to me."
Her expression drops further as he speaks on, guilt and anguish playing across the lines of her cheeks. "Is there anything that can be done?" she asks - is there anything I can do an unsaid thing within. Even though Amalia doing things is what led to this and every other mess.
Old habits die the hardest, after all.
"Is... Her sickness, is it she same thing that's blighting the woods?"
Her expression drops further as he speaks on, guilt and anguish playing across the lines of her cheeks. "Is there anything that can be done?" she asks - is there anything I can do an unsaid thing within. Even though Amalia doing things is what led to this and every other mess.
Old habits die the hardest, after all.
"Is... Her sickness, is it she same thing that's blighting the woods?"
