Amalia
She fails to notice his shift in mood, her eyes on the collection of blood red roses as she begins to pace, expecting Ianto to stay by her side. "That makes two of us." Amalia's tone is wry, a little exasperated, thinking back to the cloisters. "I think Delah is still mad at me for forfeiting, but... I dunno. Kiada needed a win more than me." Narrow shoulders rise and fall, a helpless shrug. There is no pleasing the warchief, as far as she can tell.
A man from beyond the storms? Amalia stops short, whirling to face Ianto, breathless excitement making her dark eyes more lively then they have been in weeks. "Who? Where from? How did he get through? Are there more?"
A man from beyond the storms? Amalia stops short, whirling to face Ianto, breathless excitement making her dark eyes more lively then they have been in weeks. "Who? Where from? How did he get through? Are there more?"
don't make a shadow of yourself, always shutting out the light
