Amalia
Back up they go, Remi's strength keeping them from crashing down into the sea, Amalia laughing breathlessly as she catches the wind again and spreads her wings to take her own weight. The friendly fingers in her hair have her sticking out her tongue, not that he can see: "My plan was foolproof, clearly," Amalia retorts, reaching up to bop at his feet as he flies ahead.
They come to land with more playful barbs exchanged, and by the time the training is truly over both are bruised (Amalia moreso) and sore (again), but though the Shield's hair is windswept and her cheeks chapped, her grin that splits her coral lips is bright as the summer sun.
{fin! <3}
They come to land with more playful barbs exchanged, and by the time the training is truly over both are bruised (Amalia moreso) and sore (again), but though the Shield's hair is windswept and her cheeks chapped, her grin that splits her coral lips is bright as the summer sun.
{fin! <3}
she was so delicate
yet bursting with energy
kind of like a shattered star
