Amalia
'Cause she's just like the weather
Can't hold her together
Born from dark water
Daughter of the r a i n and s n o w
Amalia enters the tunnels reluctantly, still far from a fan of the confined space and the darkness that threatens at every corner. She is looking, of course, for the flowers that grow upon the rims of the pools, for any way to solve this latest crisis that besets her and many who she loves.Can't hold her together
Born from dark water
Daughter of the r a i n and s n o w
She is looking too for an escape, for quiet solitude in which to sit and think.
She's shed her layers and now walks through the steamy heat in calf-length breeches and a halter shirt, tattoo glittering on her bare back. Her ears are long and keen, a qilin's, and it is thus that she notices the man, hearing him approach before she spots him in the humid air. Briefly Amalia considers ignoring him, going about her search independently, but a gasp of pain catches her attention, something she can't ignore.
Striding barefoot over stones, Amalia makes her way toward the stranger with slow and measured steps. "Are you alright?" she prefaces her approach, alto voice rippling through the cavern. "I thought- sorry. It sounded like you might be hurt." An apologetic smile and faint blush spreads over her face, the Shield reaching up to push damp hair back behind her ear.
