AmaLiA
Safrin's shield
It's a relief to have the mental voice answered in kind, Amalia feeling at ease with fellow Attuned despite no longer technically belonging to their ranks. Wrapping her tail around her legs, the qilin tilts her bi-horned head at the woman, a warm expression in her dark eyes.
Warmth which cools suddenly, the description of sea down the cliffs ringing many a bell. Stormbreak? she states as much as asks, wondering if this is not another denizen of that distant, secretive land. She wants to press further but holds her tongue, scuffing uncomfortably at the sand. I grew up far from the ocean, but I still learned to swim, Amalia says instead.
Not that she's any good at it, or intends to venture into the water now. Shaking her head, the qilin huffs a half-laugh. Why are you here, then? the girl wonders instead, looking out at the waves.
Warmth which cools suddenly, the description of sea down the cliffs ringing many a bell. Stormbreak? she states as much as asks, wondering if this is not another denizen of that distant, secretive land. She wants to press further but holds her tongue, scuffing uncomfortably at the sand. I grew up far from the ocean, but I still learned to swim, Amalia says instead.
Not that she's any good at it, or intends to venture into the water now. Shaking her head, the qilin huffs a half-laugh. Why are you here, then? the girl wonders instead, looking out at the waves.
& once again I shall kiss the sky
