full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Amun walked into the training grounds with a smile on his face, whistling cheerfully. As he saw the leopard there, his smile turned into a big grin. "Hey kitty. At least, I assume that's you, Amalia." His words were playful, since he'd definitely seen her in this form recently, the last time they'd come out to train here.
Heading towards the weapons racks, he lifted a cutlass. Then he stopped, and turned slowly towards her. "Hang on." Coming closer, he knelt by her side, peering at her back legs. "You're healed?!" It came out brightly and excitedly. He was almost inordinately pleased that she'd made a full recovery.
Stepping back, he slid into a guard position. "Considering you beat me while injured, I already regret this, but care to go for a few rounds now that we're both whole?" He waggled his eyebrows at her suggestively, though his actual eyes tracked her carefully.
Heading towards the weapons racks, he lifted a cutlass. Then he stopped, and turned slowly towards her. "Hang on." Coming closer, he knelt by her side, peering at her back legs. "You're healed?!" It came out brightly and excitedly. He was almost inordinately pleased that she'd made a full recovery.
Stepping back, he slid into a guard position. "Considering you beat me while injured, I already regret this, but care to go for a few rounds now that we're both whole?" He waggled his eyebrows at her suggestively, though his actual eyes tracked her carefully.
amun
