Amalia
she wants the silence but fears the solitude
she wants to be alone and together with you
She holds a level of relative silence as they begin their venture into the depths- a silence which can be easily attributed to her position in Deimos' hood, the otter curled up for warmth against the Sword's thick hair. As much relief as the leopard skin offers, she finds this to be the only way the cold can become truly tolerable. Besides, she argued as they set off, her stomach has been hurting since the night before, leading to a lack of sleep, and she needs the extra rest of they have to face any serious difficulty.
Perhaps a weaker series of excuses, but she feels that she's earned a bit of comfort, and would challenge any of them to disagree.
It isn't until they come to their first stop that the girl emerges from where she has been comfortably dozing, small head appearing on Deimos' shoulder, a sleepy yawn showing small, sharp fangs. Adjusting her eyes to a barn owl's she peers into the paths, listening through now leopard like ears as the others discuss and confer. I don't think we need to worry about predators, she remarks wryly, glancing sidelong at Jigano.
With another stretch and a low unhappy grumble the girl leaps at last from Deimos' back, shifting as she does to land on the ground in luxurious leopard skin. Clearly disgruntled at being awoken, she sniffs the air a moment before glancing to the downward sloping right. This way, the Shield suggests with a push of her head, looking expectantly up to Jigano and waiting for him to decide.
Perhaps a weaker series of excuses, but she feels that she's earned a bit of comfort, and would challenge any of them to disagree.
It isn't until they come to their first stop that the girl emerges from where she has been comfortably dozing, small head appearing on Deimos' shoulder, a sleepy yawn showing small, sharp fangs. Adjusting her eyes to a barn owl's she peers into the paths, listening through now leopard like ears as the others discuss and confer. I don't think we need to worry about predators, she remarks wryly, glancing sidelong at Jigano.
With another stretch and a low unhappy grumble the girl leaps at last from Deimos' back, shifting as she does to land on the ground in luxurious leopard skin. Clearly disgruntled at being awoken, she sniffs the air a moment before glancing to the downward sloping right. This way, the Shield suggests with a push of her head, looking expectantly up to Jigano and waiting for him to decide.
she ran to the lighthouse, hoped that it would help her see
she saw that the lighthouse had been washed out to sea
