why else love if not to feel the stars exploding in our veins?
Amalia resists the urge to frown at the names Alina and Nephele, her encounters with both women leaving sourness in her mouth. At least they are moving toward acceptance of the outside, the Shield supposes, nodding at Juniper with a small, shallow smile. "Amalia. Baker." And nothing more, at least for now.
"I am sorry about the Mathair. Is there anything to be done?" They have nearly reached the end of the lane dedicated to the sales of animal goods. Amalia stops near the cul-de-sac of stalls and shops, nose wrinkling at the smell. "If it's alright I'll stay out here. I'm not... I don't like butcheries." Her fingers twitch upon her wrist as she tries to push away the thoughts of death that surround such places, memories already threatening to drag her into the dark.
"I am sorry about the Mathair. Is there anything to be done?" They have nearly reached the end of the lane dedicated to the sales of animal goods. Amalia stops near the cul-de-sac of stalls and shops, nose wrinkling at the smell. "If it's alright I'll stay out here. I'm not... I don't like butcheries." Her fingers twitch upon her wrist as she tries to push away the thoughts of death that surround such places, memories already threatening to drag her into the dark.
Amalia
