AmaLIa
shield of safrin
She slips between the assembled crowd, her stand long set up and manned by the same pair of older women who took it over last year. This time they did not need to coax her out from behind the counter; she found her way into the throng easily, emboldened and bright, enthused and alight.
Like a wraith, a wisp, she flits between groups, offering a smile toLoren, a soft touch to Remi, an enthused grin and word of encouragement to Lily, who has promised to perform some of the girl's childhood hymns. Clad in purple, her long hair loose, Amalia waits with baited breath, her dark eyes glittering in excitement and delight as the festival unravels around her.
Like a wraith, a wisp, she flits between groups, offering a smile to
you can't choose what stays
and what fades away
and what fades away
