I belong to you the way the moon belongs to the stars
Amalia has entirely over-prepared for this dinner, even knowing what a talented cook Kiada herself is. Family dinners and introductions are a foreign concept to her, and to have this on the heels of so deep a darkness as has pierced them in these past weeks is both comforting and reassuring, a balm and a wound.
But Deimos is happy and so Amalia smiles, finding solace and strength both in his presence and the promise of this brief escape. Burdened with a basket of fresh-baked bread and the starwhale perched on her shoulder, the Shield places her hand in the Sword's, squeezing his fingers in hers.
But Deimos is happy and so Amalia smiles, finding solace and strength both in his presence and the promise of this brief escape. Burdened with a basket of fresh-baked bread and the starwhale perched on her shoulder, the Shield places her hand in the Sword's, squeezing his fingers in hers.
the stars in your eyes will bring me back
and once again, i will kiss the sky
and once again, i will kiss the sky
Amalia
