Amalia
She giggles mentally as he bumps against her, rising up to interrupt her teasing with his own, the endless delicate dance of foolishness one they adhere to well. Even in the midst of her impatience she takes pleasure in their foolishness, their folly and childish ways; Terribly sorry, someone wanted a reception, she replies in the same wry tone of faux exasperation, pulling at a loose feather before taking back to the skies.
She expects him to follow but instead he pulls away, dropping down to whisper over whitecaps, long wings extended in glorious silhouette, reflected in the sun. Distracted, briefly, from her curiosity, Amalia simply flies above, admiring his natural nature here, the way he seems to have been made for this place (for every place, if she's being honest- and somehow, for a place with her).
Then the taunt returns and brings with it mischief, petulance pushing through the bond. Pressing her wins in the owl dives, striving to once again find herself just over his figure before suddenly but gently dropping down, shifting as she does. A hollow-boned otter now, she grabs onto his shoulders, absolutely trusting him not to drop her or stumble in his flight. I'm not getting off until you tell me, the Shield announces firmly, clinging to his wings, laughter in her mental voice.
She expects him to follow but instead he pulls away, dropping down to whisper over whitecaps, long wings extended in glorious silhouette, reflected in the sun. Distracted, briefly, from her curiosity, Amalia simply flies above, admiring his natural nature here, the way he seems to have been made for this place (for every place, if she's being honest- and somehow, for a place with her).
Then the taunt returns and brings with it mischief, petulance pushing through the bond. Pressing her wins in the owl dives, striving to once again find herself just over his figure before suddenly but gently dropping down, shifting as she does. A hollow-boned otter now, she grabs onto his shoulders, absolutely trusting him not to drop her or stumble in his flight. I'm not getting off until you tell me, the Shield announces firmly, clinging to his wings, laughter in her mental voice.
she was so delicate
yet bursting with energy
kind of like a shattered star
