Amalia
don't make a shadow of yourself, always shutting out the light
I was hoping now. Amalia nods again, moving the loaf onto a board and covering it with a cloth. She can put it outside to proof, let the cold slow down the natural magic, and if it is ruined, so be it. There are bigger issues at stake now than a simple loaf of bread. "Alright. Give me a minute."
Disappearing into the back of the shop, Amalia becomes a flurry of activity. The bread is left on the rear porch; she springs upstairs, changing swiftly, a baker's garments discarded quickly in exchange for exploration gear. The Amalia who descends back into the shop is dressed in pants of hide and a top of wool, a green cloak pulled around her shoulders, her leopardess' feet bare. In her right hand rests a crimson saff; on her left arm is a silver shield. The treats are already in a bag slung low on her back, and the starwhale coos happily beside her, ready for an adventure.
"Alright," Amalia says to Roana, her almond eyes dark and serious. "Let's go."
Disappearing into the back of the shop, Amalia becomes a flurry of activity. The bread is left on the rear porch; she springs upstairs, changing swiftly, a baker's garments discarded quickly in exchange for exploration gear. The Amalia who descends back into the shop is dressed in pants of hide and a top of wool, a green cloak pulled around her shoulders, her leopardess' feet bare. In her right hand rests a crimson saff; on her left arm is a silver shield. The treats are already in a bag slung low on her back, and the starwhale coos happily beside her, ready for an adventure.
"Alright," Amalia says to Roana, her almond eyes dark and serious. "Let's go."
