why else love if not to feel the stars exploding in our veins?
When Juniper emerges from the shop she will indeed find Amalia waiting. She's found a seat on a nearby bench, feet pulled up beneath her and eyes distant with thought. The sight of the Fae brings her back to her surroundings, however; the Shield unwinds, feet returning to the cobblestones, though her expression remains distracted by something far away.
She's biting her lip when the woman comes closer, clearly considering something. Glancing up at the fae, Amalia furrows her brow. "Juniper..." the Shield begins, then hesitates again. She doesn't know this woman, not really, but she seems more interested in compromise and strong relations than the rest of the fae. There has to be trust somewhere, if she is going to make change.
Breathe in deep. Let it out slow.
Her dark eyes are serious when she finally fixes them on the woman, resolution written across her face. "What's your opinion of the Ascended? Do they deserve death, for what they did to the Mathair?"
She's biting her lip when the woman comes closer, clearly considering something. Glancing up at the fae, Amalia furrows her brow. "Juniper..." the Shield begins, then hesitates again. She doesn't know this woman, not really, but she seems more interested in compromise and strong relations than the rest of the fae. There has to be trust somewhere, if she is going to make change.
Breathe in deep. Let it out slow.
Her dark eyes are serious when she finally fixes them on the woman, resolution written across her face. "What's your opinion of the Ascended? Do they deserve death, for what they did to the Mathair?"
Amalia
