meet me where the falling stars live
I will wait for you day and night
The fluttering of feathers across his shoulders is a wise touch, the awareness that he is Attuned as well setting her further at ease. Carefully she pours flour into the bowl, measuring with nothing but the naked eye: like navigating the bakery, she could do this in her sleep. Herbs follow next, a pinch of rosemary, a dash of thyme, salt to finish it off. The mention of the temple brings her eyes back up; she blinks in surprise, reaching with flour-covered fingers to push a strand of hair behind her ears. "You dropped my name?" she repeats, a little bemused, a crooked smile pulling puzzled at her lips.She follows as he looks around her store, as though expecting to see something out of place. The introduction snaps her eyes back to his face: "Amalia," she replies, then flushes again. "Sorry. You knew that." She shakes her head, still flustered and confused. There is flour on her cheek. "I... don't really know how I can help. What all did Safrin need you to do?"
Amalia
