Amalia
you're staring at the sky
watching stars collide
She doesn't hear the footsteps behind her, so mundane have her senses become without her partial shift. But the voice is familiar, if a little bit startling, and Amalia's initial surprise fades quickly into a sad smile at the sight of Oliver. "Of course," she murmurs, trying and failing to keep the flush of being caught in this intimate moment from rising to her cheeks.watching stars collide
Shifting her legs more comfortably beneath herself, Amalia looks over as the blacksmith descends. She's grateful for the lack of questions, not keen on dredging up the why behind the sapling, and swiftly presses her own mild query to head off any of his. "Do you come to the Oasis often, Oliver? I've always found it... peaceful. Ever since I was a girl."
