the darkest nights produce the brightest stars
The girl's admission is, well... It's a difficult feeling to describe. Amalia's lips twist in a display of sympathy, her dark gaze softening a little as she rubs her thumb over the countertop. "I see," she murmurs, trying to determine the best way to break the news.
But the stranger does not give her time to explain that her request is impossible, so Amalia swallows the warning down. Instead she simple extends her hand to the dangling necklace, not really sure when she became the expert on appraising gifts for Safrin.
"Lovely." It is, truly: the colors dance and flicker on the shells, not too unlike the cosmos in Safrin's eyes. "Safrin will love it."
But the stranger does not give her time to explain that her request is impossible, so Amalia swallows the warning down. Instead she simple extends her hand to the dangling necklace, not really sure when she became the expert on appraising gifts for Safrin.
"Lovely." It is, truly: the colors dance and flicker on the shells, not too unlike the cosmos in Safrin's eyes. "Safrin will love it."
