Amalia
don't make a shadow of yourself, always shutting out the light
A nod, a dip of her head in response- nothing flamboyant, but respectful, mild, the staff still shifting uneasily between her fingers. Delah has never been kind to Amalia, but she has treated her with something approaching open hostility and mockery since the trials. Biting back a frown, the baker licks her lips at the open threat, her toes curling in the ground as she maintains eye contact with the shorter woman, doing her utmost to avoid showing weakness, showing anxiety, showing fear.
But she would rather not die today, all things considered.
"Delah." Inhaling sharply, the girl pulls a slight smile over her lips, a flicker of brightness that does not quite meet her eyes. "I would have thought you wanted that pleasure for yourself."
But she would rather not die today, all things considered.
"Delah." Inhaling sharply, the girl pulls a slight smile over her lips, a flicker of brightness that does not quite meet her eyes. "I would have thought you wanted that pleasure for yourself."
