Amalia
"That sounds lovely," Amalia replies with a smile, pushing a lock of gold hair back behind her ear. It is a pleasant thing, to have friends, and something she still feels slightly mystified by all these years gone by. "I'll be staying with Remi and Ronin... I'll let you know if that changes."His stream of praise catches her by surprise, a blush creeping onto her face despite his assurances that it comes from an entirely aromatic place. "Um... I don't know about all that," Amalia chuckles bashfully, not looking at Oliver, her lips curled in a smile. "I've made more than my share of mistakes, especially recently, but... I try to keep going. It's the best we can do, right?" Shrugging the Shield trails off, expression fading to something more resolute.
Abruptly Amalia rises, bare feet landing squarely on the ground. "I need to go to the bakery and finish packing up. Walk with me?" she invites Oliver, glancing at the blacksmith with a smile.
she was like the moon-
part of her was always hidden away
part of her was always hidden away
