all we've got is a dream

I belong to you the way the moon belongs to the stars

Of course she brings the gods into it, causing Amalia to wince a little, her dark eyes darting away. No, the Old Ones likely would not have graced a union between Ascendeds, and in truth the Shield had felt some anxiety and discomfort of her own at being in such a setting. And that her last wedding had been similar, the one that Kiada had spoken so poorly of? Amalia's lips purse, her nose wrinkling as Rexanna takes her hand.

Thank the Gods, she does not speak.

Stepping out the door into the cold, the girl feels her body brace against the brisk spring day, leopard fur rising over bare forearms without much more than a second thought. Her feet are bare as she steps into the damp grass, gently guiding Rexanna toward the Glade and hoping that she will not bring up the Voice again. Though her question causes the girl to laugh, a light burst of sound like falling chimes. "You don't need to do anything for me-"

Then she cuts off, a thought suddenly rising with terrible urgency to the front of her mind. The grin that splits her face is wicked, and mischief glitters in her eyes, above her fiercely flushing cheeks. "Actually- you've known Deimos for a long time. Can you... can you tell me about him? Before here?"

the stars in your eyes will bring me back
and once again, i will kiss the sky

Amalia