meet me where the falling stars live
I will wait for you day and night
He is positively frigid as he says her name, and Amalia resists the urge to shiver at his utter lack of warmth or inflection. The baker's gaze narrows a little as she meets Loren's icy glare, guarded and confused by the strangely aloof manner in which he replies to her simple question. He must be angry, then, irate with her reaction to his healing. A reaction he had treated as reasonable at the time- and perhaps this is the most befuddling aspect of it all.The song is an anthem from Northaven, which means she was correct about the snippets she caught. What she does not expect is his terse follow-up, almost an accusation as it flings from his lips. Why do you care? Shrugging slightly at his question, Amalia bites her lip uneasily before answering, not understanding the wording, the things behind his sharp and unforgiving tone. Why does she care? Why is she bothering? What does she possibly hope to achieve?
In the end, she settles on an answer that is simple yet honest. "I like to learn about the places people come from," the Shield replies softly, glancing at Astra as the luxere bleats anxiously and Jyoti swims over toward her young friend's side. Again Amalia bites her lip, clearly uncertain and a little at a loss. She really ought to let this go, but she is a stubborn sort, and anxious, and letting go is as far from her repertoire as anything has ever been. Turning her onyx eyes back to Loren, the baker tilts her head. "Are you angry?" With me stays caught behind her teeth, but the implication is in her angular face, the way she gazes up at the slender man.
Amalia
