Amalia
A deeper conversation is all I want from you-
Amalia, too, hears the commotion, springing to her feet a moment after Remi, long horns sprouting from her head and lavender fire lingering on the edges of her fingers. She does not run out into the night, does not follow the unicorn or the manticore half-man: it is a foregone conclusion, what will happen, and she has nothing that will help.Someone needs to address the danger that now lingers within.
Because inside the guild there are now three children, and Amalia does not know them. "Don't let them get in further!" the half-qilin cries, while Jyoti emits a fierce orb of starlight, hoping to calm the scene before things can get out of hand. "We need to hold them," the baker whispers fiercely to Deimos, nodding to the unknown creatures. "Until we can make sure they're human." She has a plan for that, the luxere staff already in her hand, and so she lunges for one of the little ones, trying to sooth them into her presence but also land a tight grip on its shoulder so it cannot run away. "I need you to grab this staff. Then we'll get you food."
Amalia tries to grab one of the kids and make them touch the luxere staff. She indicates Deimos should grab the other two.
- I want the words you're afraid to say:
the lonely ones you keep hidden
between the folds of your heart
