Amalia
a certain darkness is needed to see the stars
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To find a bakery flush with stars takes the Shield's breath away.
She steps in carefully through the door, not sure if she is awake or in a dream. The space is beautiful, illuminated with starlight and saturated in power, but it is Safrin who draws the baker's eye, her attention captivated at once by the goddess seated at her table as though it were the most natural thing in the world.
There is a point in every interaction with Safrin where Amalia finds herself speechless, awed and humbled by the simple fact that the goddess would grace her with her time. Today is no different; there is reverence and ardor in her voice as she exhales the name of her starlit deity, trying to make sense of what's going on. "Safrin, I..."
She trails off, utterly lost for words.
She steps in carefully through the door, not sure if she is awake or in a dream. The space is beautiful, illuminated with starlight and saturated in power, but it is Safrin who draws the baker's eye, her attention captivated at once by the goddess seated at her table as though it were the most natural thing in the world.
There is a point in every interaction with Safrin where Amalia finds herself speechless, awed and humbled by the simple fact that the goddess would grace her with her time. Today is no different; there is reverence and ardor in her voice as she exhales the name of her starlit deity, trying to make sense of what's going on. "Safrin, I..."
She trails off, utterly lost for words.
