Amalia
Hot and wet and full of life. Title of your sex tape, another character might have said. As it is Amalia misses the opportunity for innuendo, instead listening with enraptured attention as Amun launches into a description of a world she cannot really imagine. More than anything it sounds like the Greatwood, but even that is rather different. Colors? Sounds? A riot of everything alive? "It sounds incredible," she exhales reverently, a wistful smile on her face.
He has seen snow, which is good- he will be at least a little prepared. "The winters are harsh here. You'll want somewhere to stay- ah, here we are." Amalia stops at the door to the shop, taking a moment to brush off the snow before opening it up. The small space is softly illuminated with a handful of candles and literal starlight, Jyoti having felt them approaching and arrived to greet the pair. Cheerfully the whale headbutts the baker, crooning and singing before looking over her shoulder to fix Amun with a curious gaze.
He has seen snow, which is good- he will be at least a little prepared. "The winters are harsh here. You'll want somewhere to stay- ah, here we are." Amalia stops at the door to the shop, taking a moment to brush off the snow before opening it up. The small space is softly illuminated with a handful of candles and literal starlight, Jyoti having felt them approaching and arrived to greet the pair. Cheerfully the whale headbutts the baker, crooning and singing before looking over her shoulder to fix Amun with a curious gaze.
