you drew memories in my mind I could never erase
painted colors in my heart I could never replace
Slowly, against every odd, some measure of order is restored. Amalia has rarely gotten to see Ronin the Commander, the Soldier, the Stormguard; now she finds herself stepping back a little, watching bemusedly as he rallies his troops of enthusiastic children and generally sets about regaining a fair bit of the goodwill he'd lost.
It doesn't take long for things to return to some semblance of normal, and the girl has just returned a bucket of some sort of purple fruit she's never seen before to a vendor when she finds Ronin at her side, looking like the cat that got the cream. Out of habit and necessity Amalia rolls her eyes, jabbing the Dark Star in the ribs with her elbow before allowing her smile to soften. "I'm sure the kids would be delighted," she replies, watching as a group of them begin to pantomime the chaos, using sprigs of rosemary as antlers as they play at being Luxere. "You're really good with them."
Unlike the Archangel, who has no idea how to manage children of this age.
"You know, if the Dragoons are recruiting... I, ah, might want to sign up." Color and warmth floods her cheeks, and she glances sidelong at Ronin. "Unless, of course, you think I'm too old."
It doesn't take long for things to return to some semblance of normal, and the girl has just returned a bucket of some sort of purple fruit she's never seen before to a vendor when she finds Ronin at her side, looking like the cat that got the cream. Out of habit and necessity Amalia rolls her eyes, jabbing the Dark Star in the ribs with her elbow before allowing her smile to soften. "I'm sure the kids would be delighted," she replies, watching as a group of them begin to pantomime the chaos, using sprigs of rosemary as antlers as they play at being Luxere. "You're really good with them."
Unlike the Archangel, who has no idea how to manage children of this age.
"You know, if the Dragoons are recruiting... I, ah, might want to sign up." Color and warmth floods her cheeks, and she glances sidelong at Ronin. "Unless, of course, you think I'm too old."
meet me where the falling stars live
Amalia
