when all is said and done

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

It seems he doesn't know who she is after all, which makes the encounter that much stranger and unsettling for the girl. She blinks again, a flush on her cheeks, her eyebrows knit together uncertainly as she glances from her burdens to the man. "Um... okay," she agrees to his offer, letting him take whatever he wants and adjusting the rest in her grasp. It gives her time to sort her thoughts, the weird way her heart flutters in her breast.

He's... handsome, disarmingly so, and speaking of the love of the gods in a way that can't not catch Amalia's attention, especially with how distracted she is. "A priest?" she repeats, thinking of the priests and priestesses of her youth and wondering how this man compares. "Of course I love Safrin, but.... what makes you say that she loves me? You don't... we've never met."

Amalia