Amalia
the shield of safrin
"The inn is fine. I'm staying there too, actually." Strange that she hasn't seen him about, but then, it's certainly been a busy time for the Shield. Having made no purchases she has nothing to carry but the statchel full of bread; she shifts the weight upon her shoulder, casting a last look on the scarf before quickly turning away.The walk to the inn is covered, if not exactly dry. "You never told me why you're in Torchline," Amalia remarks, turning to Finn with curiosity, the same shy smile still on her lips. "Or about your home. Where did you come here from? You're- you're a Natural, right? The way you spoke made me think..." She trails off, realizing her curiosity has run away from her again, an apologetic flush coating her cheeks.
someday we'll find what we're looking for
or maybe not
maybe we'll find something much greater
