AMALIA
She wants the silence but fears the solitude
She wants to be alone and together with you
Born from dark water, daughter of the rain and snowPlease stay- and so she does, without a question or complaint. Padding softly at Remi's side, the snow leopard is a silent shadow, her watchful gaze on the forest around them as she seeks to provide both comfort and defense. Empathy and reassurance roll off her like waves, surging through the mental bond which connects the Attuned. She is grateful for Zariah, whose presence means the girl can stay a leopard, leave that channel open and safe. But she still feels uneasy, thinking on the strange woman.
She knows a little of Ianto's story from the fox himself, remembers the collar around his neck, the way he cautioned her. The woman's reply is surprisingly level; Amalia sends a pulse of agreement, looking up upon the pair. Ianto knows the woods. He has the love of the Fae. He will be... safe. Or as well as one can be, when they are beholden to an ancient and fickle forest sprite. Shivering, the leopardess shakes her head, eager to escape the chastising woods, to get Remi back to Isla and healing care.
She knows a little of Ianto's story from the fox himself, remembers the collar around his neck, the way he cautioned her. The woman's reply is surprisingly level; Amalia sends a pulse of agreement, looking up upon the pair. Ianto knows the woods. He has the love of the Fae. He will be... safe. Or as well as one can be, when they are beholden to an ancient and fickle forest sprite. Shivering, the leopardess shakes her head, eager to escape the chastising woods, to get Remi back to Isla and healing care.
