skinny dipping in my mind

AmaLIa

shield of safrin

Early Leafchange, or earlier. Amalia, too, feels tension at this declaration, fur feathering out over her neck, the flowers in her hair giving way to vines. She continues to play with Mateo as the men discuss their plans, trying to smile down at the boy despite the churning unhappiness in her chest. "What fuss about the Fae and the Ascended?' she latches onto instead, glancing up at Remi with a raised brow. "Are they still making threats? I spoke to one of them - their Ambassador, Juniper - who said that she'd try to prevent any more unsanctioned attacks."

It's easier to talk about this than to talk about them leaving. Leaving here, leaving her- again she looks down, frowning. "And after the Greatwood? Where will you go? Can I... will I be able to find you?"

you can't choose what stays
and what fades away