Amalia
the shield of safrin
As Deimos works his way through the kitchen, Amalia slips out into the cold, letting thick fur grow out over her figure, protecting her bare skin from the chill. Stepping lightly over snow she finds the growth that lingers through winter, putting together an aromatic bouquet of pine and holly, snowdrops and sprigs. Perhaps it is foolish, childish, a waste of time, but it makes the girl happy to see life inside the house, especially in winter.
Returning inside to hunt for a vase, Amalia pauses a little behind Deimos, standing on tiptoes to look over his shoulder, the plants still in her hand. "Smells delicious. Do you have something I can put these in?" She shows her bouquet with no small amount of pride, confident he does not have a vase but knowing he can make one easily enough.
Returning inside to hunt for a vase, Amalia pauses a little behind Deimos, standing on tiptoes to look over his shoulder, the plants still in her hand. "Smells delicious. Do you have something I can put these in?" She shows her bouquet with no small amount of pride, confident he does not have a vase but knowing he can make one easily enough.
you drew memories in my mind
i could never erase
you painted colors in my heart
i could never replace
