Amalia
the shield of safrin
She might have been chagrined by his chiding if not for her pride as his expression shifts, an embarrassed pleasure unraveling within her at the (untested) praise of her cooking. "I'm a baker," she offers by way of explanation, shrugging and tucking a strand of hair back behind her ear. "It's about the only thing I'm any good at." She chuckles at her own self-depricating joke.The now-deserved compliment elicits a bright, vibrant smile which seems to ease the worry lines and dark bags from under her eyes. "Thank you," Amalia says shyly, quickly taking a bite of her own. "I could teach you, if you like. Some simple recipes to make at home. Or... You can come to my bakery, if you're ever in the Grounds."
someday we'll find what we're looking for
or maybe not
maybe we'll find something much greater
