meet me where the falling stars live
I will wait for you day and night
Pausing a moment at Loren's question, the baker finally turns back to the summoner, her dark eyes serious as they meet his blue, a pensive expression on her angular face. "There are now," Amalia murmurs softly. "But for a long time... no. No, there were a lot more bad days." Lonely hours in the Antheneum, mournful nights alone in the dark. Looking off the edge of the Bone Bridge and wondering if anyone would miss her, were she to hit the bottom.But now? Now she has family, she has friends, she has purpose. There are still bad days - countless of them - but there are good ones, too, bright moments that poke through with stars.
Loren asks if he can help, and Amalia smiles up at him. "Ah... do you want to eat inside or out? If inside, you could set the table. If outside, there's a blanket in that corner." Tossing her head to indicate the direction, she lets him decide where they will eat as she finishes serving the plates, continuing her absent song. "Round the fields Rabbit runs, singing in his laughter... 'Come now, Rabbit,' Ludo says. 'Or I'll not find you after'..."
With the soup and bread served along with butter and apple cider, Amalia places the beverages and condiments on a tray, preparing to take them to whatever location Loren has decided they will eat.
Amalia
