[SE] brighter flames

amalia chandrakant there is a color that shines through your skin Like the moon on the wind Amalia greets the dog with a bright smile that doesn't reach her eyes. It isn't that she's unhappy, seeing him here with a sled full of herbs. Quite the opposite - Deimos remains a bright spot in her life, one of the few things that keep her feeling centered and grounded. As the world careens and crashes around them at least he remains, their bond as constant and as strong as ever. In him she finds shelter, safety, security. But it doesn't keep the world around her from spinning out of control. She emerges from the back door wearing a new green scarf, her usual red one having been destroyed in the Spire. Shoeless with padded leopard feet, the Shield steps lightly out into the wet earth, avoiding patches of melting snow as she makes her way to Deimos. "What's all this?" she wonders brightly, bending down to scratch behind his ears before moving to inspect the herbs and spices. They delight her, the scent of them a promise of something good and reborn. Lifting up a nursery basil, she turns that not-quite-smiling gaze back upon her husband. "What did I do to deserve this?" Not that there has to be anything, but it is a pleasant surprise. These days pleasant surprises are by far the rarer type they recieve. the night is full on behalf or your evaded mask And the rings round your eyes

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