AmaLiA
the shield of safrin
"Oh," she says softly, dropping her head. It hadn't occurred to her before that the bird, too, is trapped, but of course it makes perfect sense. As for offerings, Amalia is not sure. She has left her own collection of breads and small figures, but did not help with the building of the perch this year.
The mention of the library makes Amalia perk uptotally ignoring the way this thoroughly fucks all timelines. That the books belong in the Undercroft makes a perfect amount of sense. "Will they know how to move them?" she asks, tilting her head curiously. Of course she will complete this task: there is no moment of hesitation in the girl's mind. She had asked what she could do and had meant to keep that promise, though it would have to wait until after LongNight. "Do you have any advice on how to navigate the library? And whatever is within?"
Pulling away a little bit, Amalia raises her hand to the necklace around her neck, a sudden desire gripping her and making her blush at the silliness of it. "Safrin," the baker murmurs softly, fiddling with the crystal vessel that sits in the middle of the chain of silver stars, "May I... may I ask you for a gift?"
The mention of the library makes Amalia perk up
Pulling away a little bit, Amalia raises her hand to the necklace around her neck, a sudden desire gripping her and making her blush at the silliness of it. "Safrin," the baker murmurs softly, fiddling with the crystal vessel that sits in the middle of the chain of silver stars, "May I... may I ask you for a gift?"
you're breaking your own heart
