AmaLiA
the shield of safrin
Taking Amun's hand in hers, Amalia lets him help her to her feet. "That's good." She tries not to think about the implications - that another of the Voice's children is growing stronger - and instead celebrate her friend. "I'm glad you're acclimating well."
Wiping her hands on her breeches, the girl awkwardly shifts her weight. "I... I should get back to work soon. I'm sorry about, um, earlier." She is acutely aware of the fire at her palms, how easy it would be to summon again, how frightened he had become of her. "Come by the bakery soon though? And let me know when your boat is finished."
Wiping her hands on her breeches, the girl awkwardly shifts her weight. "I... I should get back to work soon. I'm sorry about, um, earlier." She is acutely aware of the fire at her palms, how easy it would be to summon again, how frightened he had become of her. "Come by the bakery soon though? And let me know when your boat is finished."
you're breaking your own heart
