AMALIA
Her mind is perilously full today; filled with Deimos and their bird adventures, Deimos and their bed-adventures, Deimos and the dangers of LongNight. Then there’s the recovering Safrin to think about, her promise to Vi, and the daily prayers to perform. Piety is exhausting. And then last but not least, her beloved bakery. So the starry-eyed woman is lost in herself, walking along with her staff in the middle of the woods, when an unnatural sound catches her attention.
She freezes, half-shifting into the leopardess to better see and hear the thing.
But no, it is not a Wildwood creature, no boggart or Cat-Sith or even an unhappy Fae War Chief. It’s just Melita. Amalia relaxes, the fur on the back of her neck returning to skin as she recognizes the younger woman. Angular, bright eyes crinkle into a smile. Thank Safrin. “Hi, Melita. What brings you out here today?” Her happiness, however, is short-lived as the sound comes again and the Shield’s cat-like reflexes make her flip back towards where it might be coming from as her teeth bare in a silent hiss.
There is something out there. After a moment of strained listening, the Shield nods slowly, caution in her voice. “I do. Should I take a look?” she offers, going from leopard to owl in a strange, but very interesting shift. Big, yellow eyes look up at the redhead with a questioning gaze as she stretches her snow-white wings in preparation.
She freezes, half-shifting into the leopardess to better see and hear the thing.
But no, it is not a Wildwood creature, no boggart or Cat-Sith or even an unhappy Fae War Chief. It’s just Melita. Amalia relaxes, the fur on the back of her neck returning to skin as she recognizes the younger woman. Angular, bright eyes crinkle into a smile. Thank Safrin. “Hi, Melita. What brings you out here today?” Her happiness, however, is short-lived as the sound comes again and the Shield’s cat-like reflexes make her flip back towards where it might be coming from as her teeth bare in a silent hiss.
There is something out there. After a moment of strained listening, the Shield nods slowly, caution in her voice. “I do. Should I take a look?” she offers, going from leopard to owl in a strange, but very interesting shift. Big, yellow eyes look up at the redhead with a questioning gaze as she stretches her snow-white wings in preparation.
