meet me where the falling stars live
I will wait for you day and night
Amalia, too, is trying to coax the luxere into populating the area, though perhaps with a little more success than what Loren has managed to muster. It does not hurt that she has years of experience in befriending the antlered creatures; indeed, there are some she recognizes year by year, affectionately given names based on identifiable features, like Patches, the doe with a particularly dappled back; Quicksilver, a buck with distinctive coloration; and Luna, another doe with a distinctive mark not unlike a crescent moon.Not among them is the crimson-horned stag from whom Amalia gained her staff- the very staff which now leans upon the wall she sits beside, settled on a bench under the eaves from whence she can observe the comings and gongs. Unobtrusive yet centralized: the perfect place to assemble a small herd of luxere, three or four milling about while a small fawn nibbles from her hand. Jyoti has a lot to do with it, or so Amalia thinks. There is nobody and nothing that does not love the creature, and the Shield is grateful for her outgoing companion, the easy way the starwhale interacts with the world.
She does not spot the man at first, too caught up in her own little group of luxere. Her voice is a low also hum as she sings snippets of a folk song about Ludo and Frey. It is only when he turns and she catches a glimpse of the man's gaunt face that Amalia recognizes Loren among his own small herd, the summoner looking somehow worse than the last time she saw him. Uncertain of whether to greet him or flee, the baker settles for a halfhearted smile, unconsciously rubbing the bare spot on her wrist as Jyoti croons a greeting to the man, swimming over unabashed despite her soulmate's troubled thoughts.
Amalia
