Amalia
the shield of safrin
Loren's quick shift in expression and topic almost makes her dizzy, Amalia blinking as the man leans back, his grin fading to a frown. Already unsettled from her own disclosure, the Shield rubs her thigh uneasily, offering a faltering, uncertain almost-smile. "I don't suppose it's a unicorn horn?" she wonders almost hopefully, remembering what it was she needed from him in the first place.
It almost certainly isn't if it's going to ruin her day. Just like Loren's, Amalia's smile falters and fades quickly. Slumping back in her chair, the anxious baker crosses her arms over her chest as though in defense of whatever it is Loren needs to say, her dark eyes fixed upon the summoner's.
It almost certainly isn't if it's going to ruin her day. Just like Loren's, Amalia's smile falters and fades quickly. Slumping back in her chair, the anxious baker crosses her arms over her chest as though in defense of whatever it is Loren needs to say, her dark eyes fixed upon the summoner's.
she's just like the weather
can't hold her together
can't hold her together
