meet me where the falling stars live
I will wait for you day and night
The Loren who greets her with an overt scowl is a far cry from the one she left on the floor of the Temple, and Amalia cannot help but narrow her eyes in turn, her half smile fading as her brows come together in a frown. Never one for the nuances of coiled intrigue and subtle barbs, she is utterly bewildered by his overt dislike, the way he makes a point of pampering Jyoti before turning his back to the bewildered baker.Is he... Angry? At her? For leaving him like that? It's the only thing she can swiftly think of, and Amalia's grasp on her wrist tightens as anxiety flares up in her veins. Guilt and frustration rise in her throat as Loren's song ring out through the square, a solid baritone espousing the virtues of Northaven in a truly bizarre turn. It is more than enough to drown out the girl's own soft alto; Amalia finds herself growing silent as she listens head tilted and expression confused.
At last it becomes too much for Amalia, who is utterly incapable of letting things lie. Biting her cheek, the girl waits for a lull in the singing before interjecting a quiet comment. "Loren,"- and then she falters, because what else is she to say? Are you angry? Are you okay? Steal anyone else's scars recently? In the end she settles on something safer, or so the girl hopes: "What was that song?"
Amalia
