Amalia
the shield of safrin
Always ready for scritches Jyoti happily submits, rolling over to expose her belly for the young man to pet. Amalia watches with a raised brow, smiling wryly despite herself at the calf's easiness to please. "They fly inland, I think. Jyo was near the Greatwood when she fell," the Shield explains, reaching back to untie her ponytail, the wind immediately tearing at her hair.
She's wrestling her locks into a plait and doesn't notice his flirtatious grin - not that she would have, regardless. "I'm... only here temporarily," she explains, hoping that it's true. "Staying with friends. Are you... do you live here?" Glancing up at last Amalia tilts her head curiously, eager to deflect the conversation away from herself.
She's wrestling her locks into a plait and doesn't notice his flirtatious grin - not that she would have, regardless. "I'm... only here temporarily," she explains, hoping that it's true. "Staying with friends. Are you... do you live here?" Glancing up at last Amalia tilts her head curiously, eager to deflect the conversation away from herself.
you drew memories in my mind
i could never erase
you painted colors in my heart
i could never replace
