Amalia
The cakes smell heavenly, and taste moreso. Flush with the whirlwind of the experience, Amalia settles in beside Deimos to quietly taste them all, offering him bites from her plate and letting Kiada explain the flavors. The tangy lightness of Kiada's is an excellent contrast to the spiced complexity of her own, which in turn pairs excellently with Evie's rich and earthy concoction.
By the time she realizes what she's doing Amalia has eaten each of her slices (with help) and is licking the icing off her spoon.
"There's no way I can choose just one," she declares at last when her feast is done: her only decree as a bride soon to follow. "I say we make all of them." And she grins brightly at her assembled family, flushing with the audacity of the request and staggered to know they will accept it without so much as batting an eye. This is what love is, Amalia thinks. This is what family is. She will cherish this moment for years to come-
Her throat closes, and she says no more, but there are tears of joy in her eyes.
By the time she realizes what she's doing Amalia has eaten each of her slices (with help) and is licking the icing off her spoon.
"There's no way I can choose just one," she declares at last when her feast is done: her only decree as a bride soon to follow. "I say we make all of them." And she grins brightly at her assembled family, flushing with the audacity of the request and staggered to know they will accept it without so much as batting an eye. This is what love is, Amalia thinks. This is what family is. She will cherish this moment for years to come-
Her throat closes, and she says no more, but there are tears of joy in her eyes.
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
