Amalia
only lonely hid the morning from the stars
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Amalia does not expect to see anyone there- or rather, she does not to expect any of the trio present. Armed with her staff and a basket of bread, the young librarian steps lightly down the stairs, lost in a world of her thoughts creation. She has come to drop some food off for Jigano, and perhaps to also read one of Safrin's books, the lot of which sit tucked away on a special, alcoved shelf. A soft spring tune flits from her lips: "The girl, she asked for sun from Rae... But only rain fell through the day..." She does not hear them until she sees them, a trio of figures in firelight.
Less surprising then their presence is the fact she knows them all. Deimos, the glacial beast of songs and scones. Rexanna, the kindly Outlander who left her so confused. Maea, the ghostly older girl who haunted her mother's footsteps, always somewhere further than Amalia could reach, now wearing a shawl of familiar rags. The baker regards them all in turn, soft sable gaze fluttering, floating, before falling at last on the tray of tea between them.
"Sorry," Amalia musters at last, angular face awkward as she grapples between curiosity and shyness- and stepping forward as curiosity wins out. "Maea... are those Ludo's rags?"
Less surprising then their presence is the fact she knows them all. Deimos, the glacial beast of songs and scones. Rexanna, the kindly Outlander who left her so confused. Maea, the ghostly older girl who haunted her mother's footsteps, always somewhere further than Amalia could reach, now wearing a shawl of familiar rags. The baker regards them all in turn, soft sable gaze fluttering, floating, before falling at last on the tray of tea between them.
"Sorry," Amalia musters at last, angular face awkward as she grapples between curiosity and shyness- and stepping forward as curiosity wins out. "Maea... are those Ludo's rags?"
