[PQ] Home Is Where the Books Are

The last to arrive, Amalia skirts carefully around the angry gourds, doing her best to both avoid aggravating them and avoid hurting them. There's already signs of carnage; she'll have to find some of the better preserved ones later to take home and use for the next week's bake. For the rest she attempts to compel them away, while Jyoti sings soothing starlight into the hall to ease tensions. There's a surprising number of unfamiliar faces (read: two), making Amalia a little anxious as she finally reaches the assembled group. Sorry I'm late, is sent to Jigano, the baker moving to stand beside Ronin with awkward smiles for Loren and Sam. Eventually tasks are assigned, and Amalia watches as other choose their rooms, willing enough to fill whatever need remains. A need which winds up being room four, the girl walking to the door and laying her hand upon the knob, anticipating some new disaster to greet her from the other side. a m a l i a You were young and you'd stare With a reverence unimpaired Searching in your dark eyes to find the stars already there