Amalia
don't make a shadow of yourself, always shutting out the light
Her grip tightens, a flash of frustration and defiance suddenly swelling in her breast as Delah slings yet another slight her way, sneering, rude, and for what? Horns sprout suddenly from her forehead, lilac and silver in the nest of gold hair. "You don't know my worth," the baker shoots back quickly, taking a small step forward before she can rein her temper back in.
But she is here for a purpose, one that is greater than the girl. Amalia clicks fanged teeth together, taking a breath and opting not to point out that she is scarcely more than a foot over the border. "Yes. I need to speak to someone about how to move books from Safrin's library into the Undercroft." Questions about the portal can wait until she has fulfilled her primary objective without being killed.
But she is here for a purpose, one that is greater than the girl. Amalia clicks fanged teeth together, taking a breath and opting not to point out that she is scarcely more than a foot over the border. "Yes. I need to speak to someone about how to move books from Safrin's library into the Undercroft." Questions about the portal can wait until she has fulfilled her primary objective without being killed.
