I belong to you the way the moon belongs to the stars
Amalia, too, wears a long coat, her red scarf tied around her throat. She carries her staff and shield strapped across her back: just in case, just in case, always a little bit on edge. The woods, while still wondrous, feel dangerous too; she is aware of the dying, blackening leaves, the literally darkness that paints the green a sickly onyx shade.
The baker glances back at Ronin, shrugging in reply. "The Fae always seem to know when someone enters the woods. And I sent Jyoti ahead." Indeed, the little whale is their true ambassador. Amalia had sent her off that morning, knowing her presence would be enough to tell Delah she would arrive soon.
"And to see what's been happening to their blighted. Yes." Looking sidelong at her friend, Amalia bites her lip, her voice growing soft. "How are you holding up?"
The baker glances back at Ronin, shrugging in reply. "The Fae always seem to know when someone enters the woods. And I sent Jyoti ahead." Indeed, the little whale is their true ambassador. Amalia had sent her off that morning, knowing her presence would be enough to tell Delah she would arrive soon.
"And to see what's been happening to their blighted. Yes." Looking sidelong at her friend, Amalia bites her lip, her voice growing soft. "How are you holding up?"
the stars in your eyes will bring me back
and once again, i will kiss the sky
and once again, i will kiss the sky
AMALIA
