Though they had slowed their steps to appreciate the beauty of the Sidhe Village, the bard, at least, had never let Amalia get too far ahead, wanting to keep her in his sight for a little while now that they'd been reunited. Afraid, perhaps, that in spite of her hugs and warmth and laughter that she was some Fae illusion, sent to trick him into leaving empty-handed. He did not crowd her steps or try to hold her, but even as he spoke softly to Caisie and Samuel, and kept a hopeful eye out for Kiada, his gaze always returned back to the sister of his heart.
The Pit that she led them to was deep and dangerous, he decided as he peered over the edge at the lanky, wild-haired figure down below.Adam was an unlikely creature at the bottom, and utterly unfamiliar to the loreseeker, who turned to raise a brow at Amalia. "What's this about 'sweet lips?'" he murmured softly, for the leopard's ears alone, having only caught the very tail end of the conversation. "Is this something your brothers should know about?" Gently teasing, he offered her a smile, and then measured the depth of the pit once more with his eyes.
"We're going to need a rope," he said, at a more normal volume. "Or some very sturdy vines. Unless you can shift into something smaller?" He called down toAdam , a little dubiously. It would have to be very small indeed for his raven form to lift the other man out, but perhaps with the assistance of Coffee and Jyoti...? And Amalia too, if that glimpse of feathered arms in the midst of the flames of the Stonesong meant what he thought it did.
The Pit that she led them to was deep and dangerous, he decided as he peered over the edge at the lanky, wild-haired figure down below.
"We're going to need a rope," he said, at a more normal volume. "Or some very sturdy vines. Unless you can shift into something smaller?" He called down to
