meet me where the falling stars live
I will wait for you day and night
Loren is correct that the Shield will pass on a rematch of physical prowess, not particularly wanting to unleash the anger that has begun to build beneath her skin. Gripping the bench tightly she continues to watch the summoner pace, dark eyes never leaving him, as though afraid he'll strike her if she lets him from her sight.The answer she expects and the one she gets are vastly different, and Amalia blinks at the sudden outpouring of problems, unable to keep the feelings of sympathy that rise up for the man. But at least one of the comments gives her real pause, causing her to do a double take. "Remi asked you to kiss him?" the girl repeats, disbelief in her alto voice, a frown between her brows as she shakes her head. "I'm sorry. That's a lot." Sympathy, not pity, purses her lips, her hands relaxing a fraction.
Oh, bit then he faces her head on and she tenses again, not particularly excited for whatever he has to throw her way next. Again she does not expect the observation, and a snort of mirthless, uncomfortable laughter leaves her at the observation. Truth be told, Amalia doesn't know if she likes the summoner or not. "I don't like you much right now," she replies almost wryly, a little at a loss for what he wants her to say. "I don't know you very well. But you always seem to want to try to be good, to do the right thing, and I... I respect that." it's about as complimentary as she currently feels like being.
She doesn't ask if he likes her. The answer feels fairly obvious, at this point.
Amalia
