Amalia
For my part, I know nothing with any certainty
Still somewhat taken aback, Amalia doesn't notice any anxiety Oliver may be suddenly showing. His interest in a man he apparently barely knew still surprises her, but the Shield nods, her dark eyes drifting to the window of the shop. How many times had they sat at that table, Adam cracking a foolish joke while Amalia shaped and kneaded?"That's nice. That you made a lantern. I hope it's very gaudy. He liked shiny things."
There's mist in her eyes, but the Shield is smiling faintly, amused at the bittersweet memories. "He wore so much jewellery I'm surprised he could walk straight. Though I guess he made up for the weight but not wearing much clothing. And those stupid shoes, as if he wasn't tall enough already-!" A laugh - a real, genuine, blink-and-you'll-miss-it laugh - leaves her coral lips.
Looking back at Oliver, she adjusts her hands on the wooden counter. "How did you meet him?"
but the sight of the stars makes me dream
