Amalia
don't make a shadow of yourself, always shutting out the light
It is scarcely a day since they left the Spire, and already the baker is back to work, ever comforted by routine, by the things she knows she knows. Stopping means seeing the things yet unfinished, realizing how much still needs to be done. Despite their recent triumph Amalia knows it is not enough, and that she does not yet know what the next step is.
The only thing she knows is how to bake.
She is working on a braided loaf when the knock rings through the shop, sharp and loud and unexpected, making her stutter and start. Wiping her hands on the starwhale apron, the girl slips around the counter, Jyoti crooning over her shoulder as they go to greet their guest.
It may be that Amalia is never happy to see Roana enter her vicinity, but at least she does not wince as the door opens to reveal the soldier, her claymore on her hip. A frown still draws between her eyebrows, marring her angular face a little, but she does not shout or sulk or snarl, simply nods at the unexpected guest. "Roana," she greets simply, stepping back to allow the woman to enter the store. "What can I do for you today?"
The only thing she knows is how to bake.
She is working on a braided loaf when the knock rings through the shop, sharp and loud and unexpected, making her stutter and start. Wiping her hands on the starwhale apron, the girl slips around the counter, Jyoti crooning over her shoulder as they go to greet their guest.
It may be that Amalia is never happy to see Roana enter her vicinity, but at least she does not wince as the door opens to reveal the soldier, her claymore on her hip. A frown still draws between her eyebrows, marring her angular face a little, but she does not shout or sulk or snarl, simply nods at the unexpected guest. "Roana," she greets simply, stepping back to allow the woman to enter the store. "What can I do for you today?"
