Amalia
Amalia has been... Well. Distracted might be an appropriate term: distracted by stars, by purpose, by change. So much has happened in such a short time, and the girl has had little room to process, each new emotion replaced by another faster than she can possibly track. A tidal wave of experience and turmoil, it threatens to crash down on her like a wave, drown her beneath and drag her under and crash her back upon the shore.So she distracts herself further. Perhaps if she keeps busy the roaring tide will at last subside; perhaps if she keeps the appearance of calm, so to will her mind become. Today her distraction is a simpler kind, an old Leafchange favorite dusted off for the season. Apple cake with cinnamon is her grandmother's recipe; Amalia likes to add ginger to hers, enjoying the extra kick.
She has just set the apples to boil when Jyoti trills a greeting song, projecting an image of their visitor into Amalia's mind. With a genuine (though somewhat dim) smile she rounds the bakery counter, her trio of stars blinking behind. "Remi!" she greets her friend happily, grateful he cannot see the bags beneath her eyes, the drawn lines in her face. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"
she was like the moon-
part of her was always hidden away
part of her was always hidden away
