Amalia
the shield of safrin
She starts at the sound of the knock on the door, her reverie abruptly broken. It's late enough that Amalia doesn't expect anyone to be here for business, and she isn't anticipating any visitors to come by tonight. Rising up from her place at the table, the Shield casts Jyoti a curious look before shrugging, her bare feet padding quietly on the floor as she makes her way to the entrance. "Just a minute!" she calls ahead, resisting the urge to turn off the lights and pretend she isn't home.
The door swings open to reveal a familiar yet nameless face. It takes the baker a moment to place it, and when she does her eyes go wide, surprise and confusion written clearly beneath the anxious flush. The girl from the Sea of Glass stands upon her stoop, the girl who had been looking for her, who called her the "Lost Chandrakant", like a character from a fairytale.
The girl who now gives her own name, declaring herself Amaris.
Amaris Chandrakant.
Amalia blinks, clearly not comprehending what has been said. "You- you're-" It can't be a coincidence, can it? Perhaps it's a trick of the Order, or something by the Voice. There's no way that this woman is her family.
Is there?
"Are we--?"
The door swings open to reveal a familiar yet nameless face. It takes the baker a moment to place it, and when she does her eyes go wide, surprise and confusion written clearly beneath the anxious flush. The girl from the Sea of Glass stands upon her stoop, the girl who had been looking for her, who called her the "Lost Chandrakant", like a character from a fairytale.
The girl who now gives her own name, declaring herself Amaris.
Amaris Chandrakant.
Amalia blinks, clearly not comprehending what has been said. "You- you're-" It can't be a coincidence, can it? Perhaps it's a trick of the Order, or something by the Voice. There's no way that this woman is her family.
Is there?
"Are we--?"
she is calm in the storm
and anxious in the quiet
and anxious in the quiet
