Amalia
"Bad." Picking up her staff and the lantern, Amalia leaves her pack for now. Jyoti coos as they begin to step further into the woods, the red of the luxere antlers matching the crimson trees. "Ludo said the cat sith stops souls from getting to it. It seemed... It doesn't like it very much." An understatement; Amalia's fingers clench uneasily as she remembers the soul guide's dislike.
Turning to Adam, the girl is thoughtful a moment before replying. "I guess you could ask Ludo. Most make it. I helped guide some, after this year's Long Night." She remembers them all, faces familiar and strange. The Palmers- and her heart again aches for Emmett, another loss she could not prevent.
At last Amalia draws to a stop, apparently content with the tree they've found. "What do you think of here?" A long, low limb stretches down and out, a little too high for either of them to reach. Standing on tiptoes the girl extends her arms only to determine it is still too high; she settles back on her heels, biting her lip, before glancing to see if Adam has an idea.
Turning to Adam, the girl is thoughtful a moment before replying. "I guess you could ask Ludo. Most make it. I helped guide some, after this year's Long Night." She remembers them all, faces familiar and strange. The Palmers- and her heart again aches for Emmett, another loss she could not prevent.
At last Amalia draws to a stop, apparently content with the tree they've found. "What do you think of here?" A long, low limb stretches down and out, a little too high for either of them to reach. Standing on tiptoes the girl extends her arms only to determine it is still too high; she settles back on her heels, biting her lip, before glancing to see if Adam has an idea.
