Amalia
why else are we here if not
It has been such a long time since she saw Phoebe that she does not immediately recognize the woman, especially this version of her. Sun-kissed and confident, it is a different figure than the one Amalia last saw in the Grounds who steps in through the bakery door, opening it to find the Shield seated on a chair, thoughtfully sipping tea and writing in a book.
She looks up in surprise at the sound, dark eyes widening before recognition strikes. "Phoebe!" Amalia exclaims, half-rising from her seat. "Ah- what brings you here? I haven't seen you in... well."
What is time anymore, except a measurement of traumas?
She looks up in surprise at the sound, dark eyes widening before recognition strikes. "Phoebe!" Amalia exclaims, half-rising from her seat. "Ah- what brings you here? I haven't seen you in... well."
What is time anymore, except a measurement of traumas?
to live with unreasonable passion for things?
