Amalia
the shield of safrin
He wakes up, which is a relief, grogginess evident on his face. He rises and she steps away, giving him space to collect his bearings. It isn't until his hands fall away that recognition hits her, a name springing, surprised, to the tip of her tongue. "Rem-?"
But no, because his eyes are blue as the Oasis where Remi's are green as a shallow sea. But otherwise? The man could be her friend's reflection, a mirror of the Alchemist that Amalia scarcely knows these days. "Oh, I- sorry. You look like someone I know."
Suddenly self-conscious Amalia pushes her hair behind her ear, an anxious smile curling at the corners of her lips. "It's, it was nothing. I was walking by. Had you been out here long?"
But no, because his eyes are blue as the Oasis where Remi's are green as a shallow sea. But otherwise? The man could be her friend's reflection, a mirror of the Alchemist that Amalia scarcely knows these days. "Oh, I- sorry. You look like someone I know."
Suddenly self-conscious Amalia pushes her hair behind her ear, an anxious smile curling at the corners of her lips. "It's, it was nothing. I was walking by. Had you been out here long?"
she is calm in the storm
and anxious in the quiet
and anxious in the quiet
