meet me where the falling stars live
I will wait for you day and night
I don't know how to be happy. Well, if that doesn't hit her hard in a painful place. Smiling crookedly, Amalia sighs. "Me neither," the Shield admits, remembering the last time she saw him, when she told him her secret: that for as long as she can remember she has wanted to die. "But I'm trying to figure it out."Honestly, his pursuit is more surprising than it should be. He is a wounded animal and she has offered him comfort. Of course he would follow, though in his own time. Amalia quirks another half-smile as his sulky voice rings out behind her, shrugging without looking back, her feet crunching in the snow. "The luxere aren't going anywhere. If anything, they'll follow us." And it's true: already a few have set off in pursuit of Loren, their luminous antlers bobbing as they walk, wondering where their new friends are off to and generally unperturbed by the approaching change of scenery.
"Besides, they're going to get lunch, too." Amalia does not enter the front door: instead she walks around to the back, letting the luxere linger in the garden while she opens the door to the basement, where some oats and hay are stored. With Jyoti urging Loren to follow she descends the ladder into the large room, taking a moment to shake her head at the useless tunnel before grabbing a bag of oats.
Amalia
