AMALIA
Amalia cannot help a little bit of silent laughter as the cat leaps and arches it back, a bit chagrined at having startled the other. She's surprised, though, to be recognized by someone she does not know- and then more surprised to realize she does in fact know this feline. Lily? When did you Attune? There is clear delight in her mental voice as she circles around the cat, coming to an awkward and very graceless landing, her legs still weak beneath her. Indeed, she plops rather than landing, but at least she doesn't fall over entirely.Trying to get some exercise in, Amalia replies ruefully, stretching out her wings. Flying is my best way of getting around these days. She doesn't clarify: news has gotten out by now, she knows, of her recent misadventure and resulting wounds.
Tilting her head in proper avian fashion, the owl smiles mentally. I could help you practice, if you like? Except I, uh, I never actually catch anything. I find the idea of actually killing things... difficult.
You are flesh and blood
And you deserve to be loved
and you deserve what you are given
And oh, how much
And you deserve to be loved
and you deserve what you are given
And oh, how much
