i sailed seas of emotions to wander a forest of scars
i am a dance of light and darkness
Apologies and forgiveness: Amalia breathes a little easier as the air settles in the space, her chest still heavy but perhaps a little less so than it was before. They do not reply to her question in silence, but the baker grins at Deimos' assent, warmth pulsing overtly through her bond with the pair. Another thing you'll outpace me in, soon, she says with a playful affect of indignation, sticking out her tongue a little, unable to withhold her smile.
It is a smile that disappears immediately as Kiada announces that they have something for her, replaced by something far more genuine and complicated and confused. Blinking rapidly, the girl glances between the pair, her expression a mixture between bemusement and disbelief as she tries to process what they said. "For me?" Amalia wonders aloud, clearly not quite sure what is happening. "Why?"
It shouldn't be so bewildering to her, to have something offered so openly, yet it is, and she isn't sure she's currently equipped to handle the emotions that will come with it. Her lip half curls back into a smile; an eyebrow raised, she crosses her arms, taking shelter from her warring feelings with humor. Arms crossed over her chest, the Shield tries to diffuse her already rising gratitude. "Don't tell me it's more poisoned bread. I don't think my stomach is as strong as Deimos'."
It is a smile that disappears immediately as Kiada announces that they have something for her, replaced by something far more genuine and complicated and confused. Blinking rapidly, the girl glances between the pair, her expression a mixture between bemusement and disbelief as she tries to process what they said. "For me?" Amalia wonders aloud, clearly not quite sure what is happening. "Why?"
It shouldn't be so bewildering to her, to have something offered so openly, yet it is, and she isn't sure she's currently equipped to handle the emotions that will come with it. Her lip half curls back into a smile; an eyebrow raised, she crosses her arms, taking shelter from her warring feelings with humor. Arms crossed over her chest, the Shield tries to diffuse her already rising gratitude. "Don't tell me it's more poisoned bread. I don't think my stomach is as strong as Deimos'."
a galaxy of shadow and stars
AMALIA
