AMALIA
Lily dodges her not-quite-neatly, causing Amalia to rise again with a cluck of avian laughter. It fades, though, at the small cat's ire, the question causing the owl to click her beak in thought. And then another laugh - I weigh less than you, she points out.But she understands the question, how it can feel inadequate when size becomes important - though again, it only seems important to men. Dropping low again with a comparative spread of her wings Amalia once again tries to gently grasp at the cat's soft fur, though this time she has a second plan. Am I less than a man, too? she answers playfully, shifting to the diminutive otter and attempting to land herself awkwardly on Lily's back.
The size of your body has nothing to do wit the size of your soul. You're playful, curious, intelligent, and clever - much like a cat.
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
