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 snowThe whole exchange would be farcical if under different circumstances; as it is the covered words are simply shaded, bitter and sad. If I were Aoife I would rather be the dragon, she remarks wryly, wondering what Jigano must make of their strange and calculated exchange. Besides, I think Aoife is more knight than princess. And knights have to fight their own battles. Hard as it may be.
The woman is a good distraction, a savior from darker thoughts. The assassin! calls Jigano, at the same time Remi rises, his arms sweeping up the smaller woman in a clearly adoring sort of hug. Amalia steps back, a little bewildered, her thoughts raging wildly as she reaches up to tuck the raven against her chest. The one from the Spire? She can feel her stomach bottoming out, the memory of Rory's trauma cutting ugly scars in her mind. So this is the woman who threatened her friend for nothing but speaking Ronin's name?
The woman who supposedly gave her life, that the star-born not-man could once again live?
And now here they are in the middle of a storm, and Remi is hugging her, and oh, the world is strange.
No matter the leopardess' many misgivings, one thing among countless others is clear: they need to get Ashetta out of the storm, and then to find out how she got there at all. Releasing Jigano so she can shift, Amalia once more gains feline characteristic, the sturdy and compact figure an easier one to push against the wind. Glancing at Remi, the girl calls silently, not knowing of the assassin's ability to hear. We need to get her out of here. To the infirmary, or Vai.
The woman is a good distraction, a savior from darker thoughts. The assassin! calls Jigano, at the same time Remi rises, his arms sweeping up the smaller woman in a clearly adoring sort of hug. Amalia steps back, a little bewildered, her thoughts raging wildly as she reaches up to tuck the raven against her chest. The one from the Spire? She can feel her stomach bottoming out, the memory of Rory's trauma cutting ugly scars in her mind. So this is the woman who threatened her friend for nothing but speaking Ronin's name?
The woman who supposedly gave her life, that the star-born not-man could once again live?
And now here they are in the middle of a storm, and Remi is hugging her, and oh, the world is strange.
No matter the leopardess' many misgivings, one thing among countless others is clear: they need to get Ashetta out of the storm, and then to find out how she got there at all. Releasing Jigano so she can shift, Amalia once more gains feline characteristic, the sturdy and compact figure an easier one to push against the wind. Glancing at Remi, the girl calls silently, not knowing of the assassin's ability to hear. We need to get her out of here. To the infirmary, or Vai.
