Amalia
Glancing up swiftly, Amalia grins a little, mischief sparking in her eyes. "Don't sell yourself so short," she teases gently, her attention returning quickly to the Luxere as the delicate deer prances closer, taking the sugar from her hand much to the Shield's delight. Astra is not the first of her kind to grace the ship, and as she strokes behind her ears she wonders if she can smell Auni, the young buck a frequent visitor here. "We never seem to have a say in who they want to follow," she remarks softly, her dark gaze still on the sable of the deer. "Jyoti was much the same- well, sort of."As Loren begins to explain his purpose the baker pulls herself from Astra's side, rising up to regard the mage with an eyebrow slightly raised. So she is not the only one to recognize his determination to overextend, and she finds herself laughing a little, a lock of tawny hair escaping her tie to fall over her face as she shakes her head. "Ludo told me something similar, recently," she answers with a shrug, the acceptance of his apology left unsaid.
Leaning back against the counter the baker tilts her head. "I've actually been making stores- I meant to bring you some. To stock up the places people will be staying." Pushing off the edge of the island she slips deeper into the back of the shop, searching for parcels long since set aside. The offer to pay is an amusing one: every now and then an Outlander will make it, producing a bauble or piece of paper which supposedly has value equal the the exchange. "What will you pay with?" she wonders mildly, her voice floating up from the back of the store.
She returns with an armful of carefully wrapped packages, each one holding a selection of biscuits, hearty and hard. "Here's a start. I'll make the loaves closer, so they don't spoil. I have preserves as well." Another job her grandmother used to do, that she has stepped into with surprising ease.
The subject changed to magic, though, and Amalia's eyes light up. "Oh, that would be wonderful. Could you do my shield, too?" It is a lot to ask, and she bites her lip, looking up at him anxiously as she waits for a reply.
she was like the moon-
part of her was always hidden away
part of her was always hidden away
