i sailed seas of emotions to wander a forest of scars
i am a dance of light and darkness
She hadn't planned a cooking lesson for today, but she can certainly find something for him to help her with. It will be a good distraction, too, keeping her mind from the darker places she does not want it to go. So she bites down eagerly into this new potential, nodding and already beginning to gather ingredients off of shelves. "Of course. I could teach you a recipe for Fiat Lux?" A simple flat bread, the very same she made with Deimos years ago.
How time has flown, Amalia thinks. How deeply the world has changed.
She pushes the dry ingredients across the meticulously clean counter, as well as measuring spoons. Flour, salt, baking soda, the simplest cores of any loaf. "You mix these together first. Then the liquids separately." Waiting for him to combine the dry ingredients, Amalia tilts her head. "How was Torch Line during LongNight?"
How time has flown, Amalia thinks. How deeply the world has changed.
She pushes the dry ingredients across the meticulously clean counter, as well as measuring spoons. Flour, salt, baking soda, the simplest cores of any loaf. "You mix these together first. Then the liquids separately." Waiting for him to combine the dry ingredients, Amalia tilts her head. "How was Torch Line during LongNight?"
a galaxy of shadow and stars
AMALIA
