Answers In The Stars

Amalia I took the stars from our eyes and I made a map "You would expect an altar made in your honor," Amalia remarks with a sunny laugh, turning toward Adam's voice. It is not so unusual, to find her here - the shrine is of her making, after all, a tribute to her wounded goddess and the Life to which she has pledged her soul. Today the baker is reading a book, nestled in the grass around the shrine, her back to one of the great white pillars, the sound of starlight soothing her mind. Amalia sets the tome upon her chest and looks up as Adam draws near, dark eyes curious as she looks at the man. He seems out of place here, among the gods and grass- but he seems a little out of place everywhere, long legs and too much leather and those ridiculous shoes. "What's the matter, did you get lost?" Patting the grass beside her the baker invites her friend to sit, scooting over to allow him space as Jyoti coos from the top of the pillar. "We made this shrine for Safrin, after she got sick." Perhaps she is god oriented, but it is her purpose, her passion, to worship and adore. Besides, the girl feels guilt at the illness of the goddess, responsibility for the many misadventures which have befallen them all. "I like to come here and talk to her. I don't know if it makes her feel better, but..." She trails off in a shrug. And I knew that somehow I could find my way back