Amalia
the shield of safrin
The knock at the door catches Amalia entirely by surprise. She has just stepped out of the room's small shower, her long hair wrapped in a towel, the smell of lavender soap in the air. Deimos has a key and would not knock; few others know she's here. Ronin, maybe, or even Remi, or the innkeeper come to express some request."Sorry, just a moment." Well, whoever it may be, they can wait for her to dress.
When she opens the door a few minutes later she is wearing a white dress, her damp hair clinging to her shoulders, disheveled and surprised. The man is... certainly unexpected, well-dressed and handsome and holding flowers of all things. It sets her immediately on guard. "Ah, I'm sorry..." the Shield says uncertainly, tucking her hair behind her ear. "I think you have the wrong room."
someday we'll find what we're looking for
or maybe not
maybe we'll find something much greater
