Thick Skin and an Elastic Heart

Amalia

'Cause she's just like the weather
Can't hold her together
Born from dark water
Daughter of the r a i n and s n o w

Amalia is working when Abasi comes in, though in truth she has begun to question the sanity in her conti yes dedication to the simple and mundane task of making bread. Portal Guardian is a whispered thing she can hear behind her ears; Halo sings a dischordant tune within her sternum. There are libraries to empty, queens to fell, gods to pray to, lives to protect. The world is growing more expansive, more complicated, less clear cut by the day.

And in the middle of it all here stands Amalia, kneading bread.

She glances up as the man enters her shop, her expression quiet and distracted. "That's me. How can I help you?" As she speaks she slows her work, the great oat loaf resting on the counter a moment as Amalia wipes her hands upon her apron, readying herself for customer service. From where she naps among the rafters Jyoti trills a warmer greeting, flipping over to look down at the stranger with her usual level of interest.