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
She smiles at his comment about information, the expression a little bittersweet as she thinks of her grandmother with a pang. "She was the wisest woman I knew," the Shield says softly, returning to finishing the kneading of her bread. As the man (whose name, she realizes, she still does not know) continues Amalia nods along, interjecting only at the end "-and Caido. Yes. They make up the Old Gods."Can't hold her together
Born from dark water
Daughter of the r a i n and s n o w
The Voice, as always, is a prickly topic. The distaste on Amalia's expressive face cannot be masked at the mention of the deity, unhappiness a line between her brows. It softens a little as he admits to being Abandoned, drawing another speculative gaze from the baker, halfway between sympathy and curiosity.
Her dark eyes soften and she bites her lip, moving the loaf to the corner to rise. "That... it's not that, exactly. The Abandoned... it's more complicated, why the gods don't speak to them. It has to do with the Voice, and the barrier." Sighing slightly, she glances at Jyoti, who coos reassuringly down from the rafters. "Would you like some tea or food, ah....?"
