I belong to you the way the moon belongs to the stars
Of all the things she anticipates being asked, non of them are that. Amalia blinks in frank surprise as Rexanna voices her request, wondering why on Caido's earth the Ascended would come to her with this favor. Does the Penumbra not yet know they stand on opposite sides in a brewing war? That Amalia has spoken against Wessex, that she is tasked with halting the spread of the Voice?
She thinks about refusing, but something holds her tongue. Rexanna is beloved by Deimos and Kiada.
She is, in a way, family.
It is good Rexanna cannot see the flurry of uncertainty that runs across her face, the way Amalia clenches her hands and closes her eyes a momet. "Of course," the baker exhales at last, stepping from behind the counter to offer a hand to the blind Ascended, a flush and a smile and a swathe of shame rushing through her at the unearned compliment. "It was a beautiful wedding," she replies softly, her voice still unsure. "I... had never seen anything like it."
She thinks about refusing, but something holds her tongue. Rexanna is beloved by Deimos and Kiada.
She is, in a way, family.
It is good Rexanna cannot see the flurry of uncertainty that runs across her face, the way Amalia clenches her hands and closes her eyes a momet. "Of course," the baker exhales at last, stepping from behind the counter to offer a hand to the blind Ascended, a flush and a smile and a swathe of shame rushing through her at the unearned compliment. "It was a beautiful wedding," she replies softly, her voice still unsure. "I... had never seen anything like it."
the stars in your eyes will bring me back
and once again, i will kiss the sky
and once again, i will kiss the sky
Amalia
