Amalia
"That sounds incredible." Breathless, the baker leans in closer, obviously fascinated with the whole idea. It is a similar idea to Jyoti, who croons her own appreciation clearly, sending out another fluttering cloud of stars. "Though any more beautiful and you might make Safrin jealous." Safrin would love him, the girl thinks- then realizes that she wouldn't, a pang of remorse and pity for him, that he is Ascended and will likely never meet her lady of the stars.
A remorse that lingers as she tries to navigate him through the process of survival in this new form. "There are shrines all over- one in the Temple, in the Antheneum, in the Fields." Rubbing the scarless skin on her wrist, the baker looks away. The answer is simple, but it still falls heavy and quiet from her tongue. "Blood."
A remorse that lingers as she tries to navigate him through the process of survival in this new form. "There are shrines all over- one in the Temple, in the Antheneum, in the Fields." Rubbing the scarless skin on her wrist, the baker looks away. The answer is simple, but it still falls heavy and quiet from her tongue. "Blood."
