Amalia
She would have been more than happy to stay in her corner with Evie and Kiada, but alas, Amalia is the bride and has bridely duties to attend. Reluctantly she at last allows Hotaru to pull her away, confident in Kiada's ability to handle cooking the cakes (and Evie's ability to chip in with comments about flavor).
The fabric that the seamstress produces is breathtakingly ravishing- literally, in that as she looks upon it the Shield audibly gasps. Glancing up at Jigano with awe in her eyes, she reaches out with reverent hands to caress the starlit silk. "You made this?" she asks as Hotaru pins and measures, distracted enough by the glittering stones to avoid flinching at the woman's touches. "It's exquisite, Jigano. I can't do it justice."
Measurements, lanterns, cakes and gowns all (mostly) done, it is time for the final step. As she pulls the three flavors from the oven the Shield glances at Deimos. Ready to taste? she asks him silently, the aroma of spices and fruit and sugar filling the bakery to the brim.
The fabric that the seamstress produces is breathtakingly ravishing- literally, in that as she looks upon it the Shield audibly gasps. Glancing up at Jigano with awe in her eyes, she reaches out with reverent hands to caress the starlit silk. "You made this?" she asks as Hotaru pins and measures, distracted enough by the glittering stones to avoid flinching at the woman's touches. "It's exquisite, Jigano. I can't do it justice."
Measurements, lanterns, cakes and gowns all (mostly) done, it is time for the final step. As she pulls the three flavors from the oven the Shield glances at Deimos. Ready to taste? she asks him silently, the aroma of spices and fruit and sugar filling the bakery to the brim.
took the stars from our eyes and then i made a map
i knew that somehow we would find our way back
i knew that somehow we would find our way back
