[Training] you are iron

Amalia Still sitting on a shelf and never Never seen the sun shine brighter Amalia shoots through the backdoor of the bakery like a comet of fur and frost, made lighter on her feet by the lightness in her heart after her encounter with Safrin. She has long since figured out how to open the door with paws alone, and she has long since learned to recognize the scent and smells of her lover; why not greet him with full adoration, rekindling of the brightness he ignited that flowerbirth day? She hasn't yet seen him in full feline form, and as she sails over him and settles on the snow the leopardess coils quickly around, taking in the majesty and grace of the silver tiger. Easily three times the size of the leopard, the sight of the big cat fills Amalia with a bittersweet sort of joy. It had been her grandmother's form too, though her nani was orange, but still the similarities are uncanny and heartwrenching, and the girl can feel her emotions spilling out into the attuned bond. But she does not want to brood today, does not want to sulk. She wants to live the way Safrin wants it, the way her nani would have wanted- and so she begins by darting toward the larger feline, playfully swatting a pawful of snow up to his face as a form of distraction before darting around to bat at his tail. And it feels like me on a good day