Amalia
"Evie's been baking as long as I have," Amalia says with a laugh, shaking her head at the girl's false modesty. Sure, her sister had never exhibited the passion for pastries that the Shield professed, but she'd done her fair share of mixing (and tasting). "Have you two met?" she asks, suddenly unsure. Two of the dearest women in her life (and oh, there's a pang for the absence of Wessex); surely they must know one another by now.
Kiada's chosen flavors are met with bright agreement. Already Amalia's nerves are easing, soothed by this smaller, simpler task. "I think a spiced ginger with cinnamon for mine," she contributes, heading off to fetch the ingredients. Coming back with them in hand, she pauses as Jigano calls her name, raising her head in surprise. "A veil?" she repeats, confused. "Not.... my family wears a long piece of sheer fabric, but it doesn't cover the face." She glances at Deimos, waiting for his input, unwilling to force her customs on him.
Kiada's chosen flavors are met with bright agreement. Already Amalia's nerves are easing, soothed by this smaller, simpler task. "I think a spiced ginger with cinnamon for mine," she contributes, heading off to fetch the ingredients. Coming back with them in hand, she pauses as Jigano calls her name, raising her head in surprise. "A veil?" she repeats, confused. "Not.... my family wears a long piece of sheer fabric, but it doesn't cover the face." She glances at Deimos, waiting for his input, unwilling to force her customs on him.
took the stars from our eyes and then i made a map
i knew that somehow we would find our way back
i knew that somehow we would find our way back
