meet me where the falling stars live
I will wait for you day and night
Raised to be a weapon. What a bizarre concept. Shrugging, Amalia keeps her gaze on the sky, not really wanting to get into an argument about the merits of his family's corrupt ideology. They are from different upbringings, different worlds, and the baker still knows little of Loren, too little to push him too hard to change. "Well," she says, "Whatever else happens... keep the temple secure. And don't die." Maybe they don't have god given tasks, but they are both ardent, both defenders.Both more than willing to give themselves, if it means another will be safe.
Finishing up the last of her stew, Amalia begins to gather the plates and rise up to her feet. "I need to get back to work. If I don't see you before..." She hesitates, considers giving him a hug, and ultimately thinks better of it. Holding out a hand for him to grab, Amalia meets those ice blue eyes. "May Vi protect you, and may we meet again in Rae's domain rather than Mort's."
Amalia
