you drew memories in my mind I could never erase
painted colors in my heart I could never replace
It's been a while since she saw Ronin; his training regimen and her research have kept them both busy, each finding ways to serve and distract themselves. So the sound of his voice rumbling behind her is a welcome surprise indeed, even moreso given that his question and manner suggest he is on a break from the Dragoons.
Amalia flashes her own grin in response, uncurling from her position and twisting to look from the Dark Star out to the people who pass and chatter. "I am very busy," the Shield confirms, trying very hard to sound solemn as laughter bubbles in her chest. "But I suppose I can pencil you in."
Swinging her legs down off the statue, Amalia rises fluidly, arms rising up above her head in a much-needed stretch, neck cracking audibly. "Been a while since we did something stupid. I might be a little rusty. What did you have in mind?"
Amalia flashes her own grin in response, uncurling from her position and twisting to look from the Dark Star out to the people who pass and chatter. "I am very busy," the Shield confirms, trying very hard to sound solemn as laughter bubbles in her chest. "But I suppose I can pencil you in."
Swinging her legs down off the statue, Amalia rises fluidly, arms rising up above her head in a much-needed stretch, neck cracking audibly. "Been a while since we did something stupid. I might be a little rusty. What did you have in mind?"
meet me where the falling stars live
Amalia
