the waters are sleeping

Amalia Kicking lightly at the water to entertain the fish, Amalia listens to Remi explain his losses, keenly aware of her own shifts s d how easily she calls to them. The otter, the owl, the leopardess... Who would she be, without them? "What does it feel like?" And then- "Why would it do that?" She doesn't say more on the topic of Maea, making a mental note to go speak to Delphia. Instead she leans over just enough to brush her arm over Remi's, seeking reassurance and offering it in kind. "It's been too much loss for one year." Staring at the ocean, she exhales a soft sigh. "I pray this LongNight is kind." reach for the stars: but child, first recognize the constellations of light you already carry inside you