Amalia
the shield of safrin
It is the end of the day, and Amalia is still working in the same capacity she has been all day.
Cleaning.
The first days after LongNight are always spent in the same way: cleaning up the mess left by the week of darkness, straightening up and getting ready for the festivities to come. No matter how well she boards up the bakery the darkness always seems to find a way in, and then there's the garden, the basement, the stores to check, the starters to assess, the dough to rise, the yeast to gather-
A lot of work, in short.
There is a batch of rye loaves in the oven and some herb and cheese biscuits on the counter when Loren walks in, and the sounds of sweeping somewhere in the back betraying the baker's location. "Just a sec!" the girl calls, her voice preceding her appearance. She is dressed in work clothes, brown breeches and a green tunic that has torn enough to hang off her shoulder, a line of blood evident where a nail ripped through more than cloth. There's dirt on her face, a long smear across her right cheek, and her long hair is pulled back into a messy braid. She's something of a disaster, in short, but then again when is she not?
Amalia pauses as Loren comes into view, a smile pulling at her lips as she blinks at the unexpected sight. "Oh- Loren. You survived LongNight."
Cleaning.
The first days after LongNight are always spent in the same way: cleaning up the mess left by the week of darkness, straightening up and getting ready for the festivities to come. No matter how well she boards up the bakery the darkness always seems to find a way in, and then there's the garden, the basement, the stores to check, the starters to assess, the dough to rise, the yeast to gather-
A lot of work, in short.
There is a batch of rye loaves in the oven and some herb and cheese biscuits on the counter when Loren walks in, and the sounds of sweeping somewhere in the back betraying the baker's location. "Just a sec!" the girl calls, her voice preceding her appearance. She is dressed in work clothes, brown breeches and a green tunic that has torn enough to hang off her shoulder, a line of blood evident where a nail ripped through more than cloth. There's dirt on her face, a long smear across her right cheek, and her long hair is pulled back into a messy braid. She's something of a disaster, in short, but then again when is she not?
Amalia pauses as Loren comes into view, a smile pulling at her lips as she blinks at the unexpected sight. "Oh- Loren. You survived LongNight."
you are slowly growing
but you are still growing
and that is enough
