Amalia
the shield of safrin
Any lingering discomfort she might have felt with accepting Loren's help is quickly replaced by bright-eyed delight as the mage transforms before her, the slender, sickly Lauceleyn replaced by something far more interesting. "Oh!" she cries in happy surprise, resisting the urge to clap her hands. "Oh, you're beautiful!"
His comment about friendship makes her cheeks color pink, bemusement and shy happiness palpable through the Attuned bond. I would like that, Amalia replies in silence as the mage regains his human form. Rubbing her wrist she looks down, an awkward smile dancing on her lips. I'm not much good at it, either, but... I would like to try.
But then he has more tricks to show her, and Amalia takes a half step back, deeply interested and mildly envious as he begins to spend his magic. "Show off," she teases, but her tone is playful, clearly grateful for his help. As he returns from watering her garden she grins, her cheeks coloring again. "My turn."
Without taking time to think about how terrible a plan this is Amalia reaches down for the qilin, shifting in a whirl of harmless fire and the colors of dawn--
And immediately hits her head on the ceiling, her horns catching on the low crossbeams as she utters a thoroughly undignified noise. Awkwardly placing her cloven hooves she inches out of the small storage closet, managing to knock over quite a few pots in the process - but at least she accomplishes her goal of sweeping the floor-bound seeds behind her and sending them out the door.
His comment about friendship makes her cheeks color pink, bemusement and shy happiness palpable through the Attuned bond. I would like that, Amalia replies in silence as the mage regains his human form. Rubbing her wrist she looks down, an awkward smile dancing on her lips. I'm not much good at it, either, but... I would like to try.
But then he has more tricks to show her, and Amalia takes a half step back, deeply interested and mildly envious as he begins to spend his magic. "Show off," she teases, but her tone is playful, clearly grateful for his help. As he returns from watering her garden she grins, her cheeks coloring again. "My turn."
Without taking time to think about how terrible a plan this is Amalia reaches down for the qilin, shifting in a whirl of harmless fire and the colors of dawn--
And immediately hits her head on the ceiling, her horns catching on the low crossbeams as she utters a thoroughly undignified noise. Awkwardly placing her cloven hooves she inches out of the small storage closet, managing to knock over quite a few pots in the process - but at least she accomplishes her goal of sweeping the floor-bound seeds behind her and sending them out the door.
you are slowly growing
but you are still growing
and that is enough
