Amalia
the archangel
she does not know what it's like
not to have deep emotions
not to have deep emotions
"You're a good storyteller."
Amalia isn't very good at sneaking these days, what with the halo and wings and flowers and everything else, so she doesn't even try. Still, she finds that she doesn't need to: Ray's storytelling prowess has entirely captivated her audience, and the gaggle of children are spellbound and oblivious as the Angel slides in among them, leaning against a wall. She hadn't intended to linger, but much like the children Amalia found herself engrossed by the tale. By the time it's finished she's completely forgotten why she came in the first place.
Tilting her head to the side with a small, crooked smile, the Angel gives Ray a small wave, an apologetic flush on her cheeks. The children have noticed her by now, and they begin to murmur among themselves, wondering if there will be another story. Their inquiries make Amalia's flush deepen, another glance and a shrug cast to the information broker. "Do you mind?" she questions, not wanting to steal the other woman's spotlight but neither wanting to disappoint the youths. "I can't promise anything nearly as good."
Amalia isn't very good at sneaking these days, what with the halo and wings and flowers and everything else, so she doesn't even try. Still, she finds that she doesn't need to: Ray's storytelling prowess has entirely captivated her audience, and the gaggle of children are spellbound and oblivious as the Angel slides in among them, leaning against a wall. She hadn't intended to linger, but much like the children Amalia found herself engrossed by the tale. By the time it's finished she's completely forgotten why she came in the first place.
Tilting her head to the side with a small, crooked smile, the Angel gives Ray a small wave, an apologetic flush on her cheeks. The children have noticed her by now, and they begin to murmur among themselves, wondering if there will be another story. Their inquiries make Amalia's flush deepen, another glance and a shrug cast to the information broker. "Do you mind?" she questions, not wanting to steal the other woman's spotlight but neither wanting to disappoint the youths. "I can't promise anything nearly as good."
even when she feels nothing
she feels it completely
she feels it completely
