An Apple a Day

Amalia I took the stars from our eyes and I made a map It was Sunjata. They're together now. "I'm sorry, what?" Up in the tree, Amalia has transformed fully back to human form, the better to express her indignation. Dark eyes ablaze with anger at this latest revelation, the girl perches on the branch above, her fingers white-knuckled with fury. "Of course it was Sunjata. Of course. That ingrate." Nimbly she drops from the tree, not noticing the jolt in her knees as her feet plant down on the ground. "Was this before or after he married Phoebe, then fucked Maea-? Gods, Maea! Her body's barely cold." It's a slap in the face of her childhood friend, the first thing to truly break through the stupor of Amalia's numb denial. Almond eyes flashing, Amalia steps forward to put a hand on Sam's shoulder. The flinty anger is still in her voice, but she searches his face sincerely. "Anyone who would choose that man over you is an idiot, and deserves what they get." And I knew that somehow I could find my way back