I sailed seas of emotion to wander a forest of scars
I am a dance of light and darkness, a galaxy of shadow and stars
I am a dance of light and darkness, a galaxy of shadow and stars
Amalia is out gathering supplies and preparing for the trek ahead when the voice catches her attention. Back bare but for the lush leopard fur, hair braided and flush with holly, and arms laden high with supplies, it is a flustered and pink-cheeked baker who turns around to the tap on her shoulder, dark eyes widening and narrowing, tired resignation softening her face.
How word of her status as Shield of Safrin continues to travel is beyond the girl; she rather wishes that it wouldn't, that she stopped being recognized on the street, especially when she has far more important things to do. Or so she assumes the interaction is going to become, though the way he addresses it is rather different than usual "Um... I.... what?" she asks distractedly, adjusting the supplies held in her arms and trying to keep any from falling to the street. "But... thank you? Um. I'm afraid I'm in a rush- was there something, ah, something you needed?"
How word of her status as Shield of Safrin continues to travel is beyond the girl; she rather wishes that it wouldn't, that she stopped being recognized on the street, especially when she has far more important things to do. Or so she assumes the interaction is going to become, though the way he addresses it is rather different than usual "Um... I.... what?" she asks distractedly, adjusting the supplies held in her arms and trying to keep any from falling to the street. "But... thank you? Um. I'm afraid I'm in a rush- was there something, ah, something you needed?"
Amalia
